YuHeng's blog

ten more days to go till I finish another mediocre semester. By now, I know I’m not cut out for school. But I’m getting there. Another ten years, and I should be as cut out as a hanging paper-mache in the shape of a “proper student” by a place called school. I am no scholar.

I found out the good thing about procrastination. It makes a procrastinator work so hard that you’ve not worked before that you find out so much that’s hidden and unseen of yourself. You’ve not seen yourself. Even in the mirror… and for those who constantly work hard without burning out, I seriously worship them.

An essay takes me three days to think and one night to write. It’s because I can’t say what I want to say. And what I want, my vision, is too stringent. I have to be… more free. More lost.

Paradise lost, freedom, lost, responsibility, free will.

What will I write for my other last essay. The garden and gardener. The role that we assume. By what measure do we transgress into another role. Who does creates and destroys. Can one be both a gardener and destroyer of the garden. Yes. But what does this mean for one who only destroys and did not create. That is the hole to thread. The former has more powe, more agency. No. More…