One and a half hours was how long it took to adjourn to Potong Pasir McDonalds from Kevin’s house. Me staying over at Kevin’s was like a New Yorker spending a few days at Minneapolis-St. Paul. I felt well-rested and was able to take my mind off everything that has happening in my life. So it only felt somewhat metaphoric when I stepped into McDonalds and “Sweet Escape” was playing in the background. I had dinner there while watching How I Met Your Mother. I felt it was the perfect way to end my day. As I walked back home, I passed by my juniors, who just finished their CCAs. I passed by ex-classmates, who were hanging out with their girlfriends. I passed by SAJC girls, who were extremely… I’m a guy. You get what I mean. Clue: “girls”

In my heart, I felt like I really belonged here in SAV. I really want to go to SAJC but then the whole rugby thing comes out and I’m just trying to avoid it. So, the warfare between head and heart begins (again). On one hand, I want to go to NJC because it’s easier to focus on studies and I don’t have to feel pressured to join rugby. On the other, I want to go to SAJC because that’s where most of my friends are and it’s so near my house. Oh yes, waking up at 7.15am on a school day is a beautiful privilege. NJC feels like a route for me to escape from my past. It feels fresh but yet, I’m a sentimental weeny. I find it so hard to let go and run away. I guess what’s done is done and everything else is up to God.

This battle between the head and the heart is always so confusing, especially when something like which JC I want to go to will become so insignificant in 20 years’ time. In the end, the heart always wins but the head’s always right. The sweet escape would be to run away from this head-heart thing.

By the way, How I Met Your Mother is legendary. Seriously. I feel like a relationship expert now. (not really)