a Journey

I overdid the caffeinne (again?) today. But hey, at least this blog gets updated! ;)

Anyway, the term break has rolled round once again, and I'm trying to wonder how I lost track of time (again?). This semester, is the last structured one I'll be having in a long while, and yet, I can't wait to be rid of it in a way. I can't seem to remember what it was like to study (the way I ought to), and I'm not too sure if it's the 3 months worth of hols that contributed to it.

I think, the power of change is under-estimated. Yeah, I belive that change is the only constant in Life; but I realized I never really internalized this... till... I'm not even sure if it has been, even after all that has happened. But I know now that time, sometimes, really is but a number.

A moment is just as powerful as years. Or at least, it can be. We could attach years to a relationship/friendship and all it takes is a moment of folly or stupidty or weakness... and everything gets flushed down the chute -- and all that remains after that, might just be the memory of the moment of betrayal. A moment that robbed and burnt everything that the years had built. Perhaps. I don't know. But I'm really tempted to test this theory, against my better judgement; I shan't.

Fir is back (yipiee!). Good. I'm starting to find my feet again. And the last thing I want to do is to be jew-ed out of time that ought to be spent. And I'll be dam*ed if I don't start treating those who deserve better from me, better (for lack of a better word?).

I have this phoenomenal ability to create screw-holes in things where none should exist to begin with. But I'll be damn*ed if I don't learn anything from the scabs (from falling down those pits).

I won't let the past burn because they're a part of me. I won't take the easy way out (or is it really?), because memories can't burn at whim. But I'm starting to walk again, and the scars shall stay as a reminder of my mistakes -- that I will not repeat.