it's close to 5am as i write on this monday morning. nope, didn't wake up early, i've been up since.. you know. part of me knows that i should sleep, that it's common sense, but the other part's suggesting, why not stay up? let's see what happens. if you feel horrible during lessons later so be it, you can always learn from this and make sure you don't do it again. or maybe the day will be all fine and dandy, despite this sleep deficiency. sometimes it may be beneficial to take seemingly stupid risks.

but back to the other part of this entry:
was out on fri night with a friend and a couple of his friends.. their average age was abt 26, give or take 1 or 2 years.. et moi? j'ai vingt ans.. sat there that night, feeling both bemused and intrigued. how is it that 6 years can make a person seem so polished, so settled, so worldly-wise and well-travelled? does maturity, for lack of a better word now, somehow increase exponentially when you cease having to wear a school uniform? makes me wonder what i'd be like in a couple of years.. judging by how interesting the past 16 months have been, guess the imminent new decade's gonna be an eye-opener. though there's still a little part of me that's reluctant to go and enjoy all this, cos it does seem like maturity and childish, innocent naivete are mutually exclusive.. and being jaded not a good thing. we'll see =)