The world is a different place when you stand on higher ground uninhibited by ceilings. Even up-slopes disguise themselves pretty well, they don't look as steep. I was a happy girl as I walked to the end of the corridor tonight, climbed half a staircase, felt even happier, climbed all the way to the rooftop, and felt euphoria. At that moment all I desired was a penthouse of my own, a home where I could enjoy the breeze and watch the inky black sky every night.

My mood wasn't good at all just an hour before. I had just finished doing my fyp today (printed it out in hard copy no less), but felt worried over my next two essays, and had general withdrawal symptoms from finishing a tough task. I couldn't settle down enough to start work on the other essays, and sat around listlessly. Then I went to the toilet and somehow, scraped the sharp edge of the cubicle door on my big toe as I opened it, cos the door ends very far down. And it ended up being, well, painful! My first instinct was to curse the stupid new toilet designs haha but I got over it in a few minutes. And after talking to some friends online, I started to rationalise that the other essays should be easier to settle than fyp. Reminder to self: numerous edits, picky editors, tricky searching of articles, unsmokable, pressure to have perfect classy english. I'm in control of the other essays; searching of info is minimal for management, and history is more interesting than not. Bright side please :)

As I stood on the not-often-enough-appreciated rooftop, I felt a tinge of regret that I didn't come up here more often. True there is some weird toilet smell sometimes, but I didn't really notice it tonight. I took a 360 degree look around me, and smiled at how much my hall looks like a peaceful chalet from here. The feeling of looking at these seemingly normal scenes of buildings and trees can't be described in words. It resides somewhere in the heart.

Sometimes the sky is not all that starless, some stars just take a moment to appear. At times you may forget them, at times you can't have them, but they're there. I was very sad at the thought that most of my friends are not here in hall with me this year, but now I start to appreciate the relationship I can have with this place. The place where you all walked through and touched my life, the place which still holds our memories in its very soul.

There's no place like hall.