mirror man

TGIF. Exam's nearing and seriously, a friday would be a monday and every other day would be the same mundane routine- study.

Mid years seem so much like O levels. I wonder how A levels would be like. Funny, how every stage we pass; from primary to secondary and to JC, the years we spend in each school gets shorter and shorter. But the things we learn and study gets bigger and bigger.

Is it just me or the whole system is implying that we, students should establish a thing called 'fast learning'. I beg to differ.

This friday have not been all well for me. I hate this friday. I hate it.

From a quarrel to a little grasp of how Africans survive destitution to just the whole thing of, this.

paper people, paper life, paper me.

I've read this book recently and it amazingly exposed me

and cracked my chest open, seemingly not in a bad way.

By just looking at you through this weak anonymity,

I feel you, at least a little.

Maybe lie to myself that your smile on that picture is for me

and just me only.

You, sucked me into this blackhole.

no, no. it's not a bad thing.

You were the bread crumbs, and i followed the trail.