ah yes.. school has started again. as i embark on yet another nerve-wrecking, breathless rush against time (and my limited quantity of grey matter), i must say that the vacation past was quite.. interesting. earned a couple of bucks, turned 21, screwed up one or two (million) things, went on a trip with friends. in no particular order.

went back to school the other day to do some inane stuff and get my hostel keys. and of all the freshies i could've bumped into, it had to be him. yep, my one irrational, childish indulgence in jc. everytime i saw him, that pesky thumping organ would skip a beat. i knew everything was wrong, and that nothing would ever happen, and that i wouldn't want anything to happen anyway; but still he became my walking, breathing prozac.

don't jump to conclusions; i'd rather things stay as they were. to me, he's more a symbol of everything that once was, than an actual person. it was a time when all was innocent and naive and well, happy. i had a little grin on my face that day, tempered with the jaded glazed look of knowing that all that was past, that things would never be the same again. oh you can try, but you know it'll never be quite the same.