I am becoming less and less active in updating this blog, even though time and time again, I yearn to blog before those moments are lost and forever forgotten in my mind. I want to tell each and every story that's happening around here, those little stories but somehow, I could never find the time to actually sit down and compose anything in-between my homeworks and tasks.

Like, today, I want to tell you that it is officially the first day of autumn over here. And I want to blog about it and tell you how it doesnt really feel like autumn. Like, if no one tells you that it ReaLly is autumn according to the said dates, you cant tell it from summer. It is bright and sunny and warm and beautiful - the kind of weather that just makes you want to go out having fun in the sun, be it catching frisbee or just lounging around at the beach. Funny, how it is summer during autumn eh?

But then again, who says that we have to abide by the rule? Even mother nature shows us that; she says that it is okay to screw one's expectations sometimes, like having a scorching hot non-windy weather during an autumn day is okay once in a while. Sometimes, it is okay to be free and to make your own choice, it is called liberation. We have always envisage freedom as a vast open green field with us running and flailing our arms freely at our sides, laughing, screaming, airing out our victory. But you know, what if, I dont want to be running on the endless green grass, even though my instinct greatly tell me to? What IF, I just want to sit on the exact same spot staring up at the blue sky for hours, and be idle? Does that really make less of me?

My point is, why are there such and such expectations imposed upon us?