In other words, rip off.



April's coming, so fast. Which means we age. And all this growing up thingy, it's scaring me. Sooner or later, I see myself making love with my husband. Next, I'll be in the operating room squeezing new life out of my abdomen. Women, we go through a lot of pain. Menstrual cramps, giving birth and also tolerating men. Gee.



On a serious note, I need to start thinking of how I wanna deal with my life. After graduation, what's next? I do have some plans, but I'm not pretty sure whether I'll abide by it. If there's an age I'd like to be at forever, it'll be 17. Just over underage and below legal. Memories gone so young; I found love, got myself into what I thought I would not get myself into, debts, got loving friends etc. "Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.



When was the last time you did something for the first time?



Take a look around. People whom you assumed have grown up, have not. And people whom you assumed have not, have already grown up. What I'm trying to say is, it's not in the age the figure. Maturity definitely does not come with age. Like the song at Kids Central, "There's a kid in me, like the kid in you!"



I want to the old things. But do it new.



Hey mat, having a grungy-I-think-it's-a-cool-hole at back of your pants, to show your Paul Frank boxers. That's not sexy.

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