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Follow up to "My Prime Year" In my last entry, I shared about how 2018 marked a watershed moment in my life, where I found myself at the crossroads and blindly walked down the wrong path. I’ve been slowly finding my way back since. In this article, I shall share about an unexpected discovery that took me way back further to simpler times, and how it made me realise the wrong mindset that I’ve adopted for the past few years. One of my favourite pastimes was to go on the classifieds – either Mudah, Carousell, Facebook Marketplace, Motor Trader and so on – to look at cars for sale that are either awe-inspiring, pretty mundane or downright ridiculous. From the first time I started doing this until today (as of the writing of this article), I have never been able to afford any of the cars advertised which frustrates me sometimes because there have been genuinely nice cars that I actually like, so the most I could do is share it with my friends just to talk about it. However,...

  Upon the bench I am waiting, for my departure on another recurring evening; forever unchanging. Though they are on me all I can see is foggy -grey skies and faraway buildings, faraway dreams and unrealistic cravings. For a split moment, as I left for where I'll rest till morning- I remembered I forgot them, but between sanity and visual clarity, which I have chosen can be seen quite clearly. - Lost Glasses - Context: While on the lrt back to ss15, for the short period of the time the door was open, there I saw a pair of glasses left sitting on the bench. Written by, Cynthia StudentInk Writer

A Stranger Birds are chirping, resting on a tree. The dew in the air complements daily groove. The streets, and the meadow all are freed. Free to live, free to doom.   A stranger — Passed me by in that street. He was not like Eliot, Nor was I ––   But the ray of sun is layered. Each layer I see from different angles. And the number of birds chirping on that tree Are counted in the labyrinth where I live.   A labyrinth made of glass, Of fragile but ferocious glass. And I go on with my life, Hoping that I’m not Eliot.   But faraway in the labyrinth I can see The meadow and the streets all are freed Staring and calculating the lives on the street And stoned by the sound of birds chirping.   A stranger — Passed me by in that street. I knew he was not like Eliot, Because all this he ignores and leaves. Written by, Wen Xi

During our recent StudentInk meeting, we did quote writing with the theme of "What would you say to yourself 5 years ago?" Just as how a lengthy blog can let readers in into the craft of an author's mind, quotes allow readers in into the expression of an author's heart. Cheers to the power of words in quotes! ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ Written by: Our dear StudentInk members🖊❈

  Frosty days and ice-still nights, Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights, Sound of sleigh bells in the snow, That was Christmas long ago. Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee, Icy-window filigree, Sugarplums and candle glow, Part of Christmas long ago. Footsteps stealthy on the stair, Sweet-voiced carols in the air, Stocking hanging in a row, Tell of Christmas long ago. Starry nights so still and blue, Good friends calling out to you, Life, so fact, will always slow… For dreams of Christmas long ago.   Written by, Evy ⛄🎄 StudentInk Writer:3

  Christmas Night The savoury scent of maple syrup on fluffy pancakes with hot cups of Milo, coffee, tea  deliciously indulged for supper. We sit curled up with cushions and plushies in front of the  telly. Laughter bubbles at humorous scenes of “Little Shop of Horrors”. Heads bob with  grooving dance movements at catchy 80’s tunes. Little Waffle sleeps beside the couch on  her layers of cushy dog towels. Peace resounds in  the comfort of our cozy living room and  each other’s presence with our daily little routine. After all,  it’s  a holiday so time is on  everyone’s hand to spend with each other. This is a typical Christmas night  in my household. Every mall’s center court is extravagantly decorated. Tall trees tower with ornaments of candy canes,  golden bells, pretty angels, ball ornaments, you name it. Beautiful stars are put to finish the top distinct  to each tree’s accessorized theme. Wreaths of green and red are ...

  The best Christmas present (tercet) Yet again Christmas is passing by, Giving me another reason to cry, These bitter tears can never seem to dry.   It’s gut-wrenching being such a burden, Having to fight anxiety like the Battle of Verdun, My life is like a film directed by Tim Burton.   Though these eerie days may be cold, An inevitable forthcoming was foretold, About a release from this burning chokehold.   I would have a bright glow like fluorescence, Without downing another antidepressant, Happiness would be the best Christmas present. Written by, Rick Chong🎁 Asst. Head of StudentInk