Don't look back at the spot where I fell.


Woke this morning, only to see Sean Kingston shaking his fats off in the music video of 'Beautiful Girls' D: Tsk. But no matter, I still like him. His songs are like Akon's - annoying, but somewhat addictive.

Tuition was a total bore. But revision's in full-swing now. Ought to be anyway; Finals are in less than 3 weeks. Don't wish to face reality next week with the results. (And I repeat, for the benefit of those all-too-eager: DON'T WISH TO.)

A got me reading my archive again. It's funny, to see how much I've changed. And I thought they say, "seasons change, people don't"? 'Tis good to feel 16: A little older, a little more mature. But even then, she gets older but she's still young. Sure, p'haps she was emo then (or acting?) and I've to say she's better now. Washed her hands off that emotalk and pessimistic shit, but she must admit she misses it, quite a bit.

At least, it felt like she fitted in somewhere, amidst the countless insecurities. Now, prolly just another soul drifting: useless, meaningless, aimless. Have you ever considered, p'haps, keeping that downcast aura is a profession? Even, a passion. There was purpose. Akin to that of a theme. But now, things shape her emotions, not the other way 'round. And for that, I mourn. Can't help but feel, it's like the death of something so vivacious, so headstrong. Come to think, she had character, only then.

But I've lost touch with that side of me now. The odds are too much to battle; though at times the notion of returning back there is so enticing. Succumb not to temptation, I scream. Am out of that phase,



Will you be the same as when I saw you last? And when I next come 'round knocking on your door, tell me how much time has past. S, we've got a lot of catching up to do ♥