I write them to help people with making educated choices. I write them because in my eyes, they are useful. I write them because I don't want to waste anyone's time heading down to a class/ studio they never wanted.
But today, it felt like that was used against me.
Today, I feel like I've become defined by my retelling of my experiences. Today, I feel ashamed that I was thrown into the category of 'reviewer'. Today, I got over it. And so today, I reflected over what I truly would write, if it got the same viewership as my reviews.
And as it turned out, I would still write honest reviews.
Not your common shit-spewing reviewer on the street, but one that tells things as they are and finds humor along the way. Not just on studios, but also on everything.
I would write about how the suicide of Benjamin Lim has upset me and further destroyed my image of our police force. What are 5 fucking officers doing, questioning a 14 year old to suicide? Do we have laws in place to govern our fucking law enforcers? How can this happen?
I would write about how I've finally learnt to accept Singapore. A few years ago if you asked me where I wanted to be, I'd tell you I'm gunning for a chance to migrate out this shithole the first chance I get. But now, I understand I will never trade in Singapore's safety for anything.
I would write about how I feel I'm back in a bit of a rut because I'm terrified for my solo NYC trip. It felt romantic at the moment but now it just feels fucking terrifying. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I suppose I have to plan soon though.
I'm feeling a little blue again so till next time.
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