This blog effectively died months, maybe even years ago, but every once in a while it serves its purpose - to mark time, to indulge, to reminisce.

Senior year of university was difficult. Friendships exploded, thesis writing was exhausting, there were always too many dishes to do, and it was cold. With the end of May came graduation, and we walked through the gates, exuberant but unprepared.

It is too early to be an adult and my plans for the future are as yet undetermined.

This summer I am in Hong Kong, as I have been the past two summers, working for Summerbridge. However, unlike previous summers, I am not teaching, but managing a staff of 27. Daunting, for someone who is barely out of school and definitely not licensed in any way to train teachers. I live my life without pausing, and the nights roll into the mornings, afternoon, and so on. I blink, and a week has passed. It reminds me of secondary school days in Singapore. I'm not sure I want my life to be this fast, this intense, but truth be told, I don't think I know any other way.

There are a lot of things I wish went better. I try to live my life without regrets, but I fear that as I get older, I might be failing.