growing up to be children

8 months after my first post, truly i am procrastination.

at Nando’s in Alamanda, Cyberjaya with friends having lunch.

I feel, changed, protected and protective. I also think i have a piece of chicken on my cheek. Michelle is taking a sip of her drink whilst staring off at my phone and eyed my grilled vegetables.

Adrian is fixated on the regret of ordering Lemon & Herb but trying to remedy it with the use of Hot Peri-Peri Sauce.

Ranjani is having a sore throat and resorts to using her handphone to communicate to people. She catches me observing her. Shit.

Qhem is cutting her chicken. Nothing interesting about her. Lol.

Keana slaughtering the chicken infront of her whilst commenting about the cat under our table. She seems, perturbed by nothing.

Sharanya is quiet. focused on her food? thinking about the future? or farting?

Finally, Valerie, smiles as i scold Adrian for feeding the cat. Extremely young in body but mature in mind.

To be continued.

don't look back at this crumbling fool.

time passes a little faster when you can't seem to register the emotions that you feel at any present time.


this space will serve me a solace. to the everyday social construction of my life. solace is often described as relief or consolation. why should it have to be. why is it that the things that we associate as "sad" be a bad thing? don't fool yourself, i'm not a depressed youth searching for life.


i simply don't want to look back.

Cheers.