But of course

I didn't know that this course that I'm taking requires so much of my time. I'm attending lesson from 9.30am-12.30pm and from 2pm-4pm EVERYDAY. It's physically tiring!

In the morning, when I set out for school, I see the sun rising, creating fantabulous streaks of pink and purple in the light blue sky. When I am done for lessons, it feels as though my head is swelling, searching for an opportunity to strike me down with a headache but always, on the MRT, the fantabulous streaks of pink and purple that I see in the morning came back into sight. It is not very much of 'coming back into sight' as I didn't even see anything else besides the pink and the purple. I would be in the lecture theatre if not for the pink and the purple.

It seems like it is the pink and the purple that calls upon my soul, together with my body, to announce the beggining of the day and the end of one.