12/05/2010 ‘The end of an era’. Some people like exaggerating. But, to use another cliché, the wind of change is blowing. Tomorrow shall be my last day at Streatham (NB. my secondary school). In two, three years, I shall be an adult at university. I cannot say I am not scared, but I feel predominantly anticipation and excitement. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘past’
Past, Present and Future.
Posted in Diary, tagged adult, anticipation, appreciation, change, cliché, end, era, future, glow, history, home, hope, independence, live, nostalgia, opportunities, past, present, remember, tingling, tomorrow, university, wind on January 22, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Standing In the Same River.
Posted in Diary, tagged change, different, feelings, futile, growing up, holidays, life, love, monotonous, past, river, routine, Self, variation on December 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I apologised for the two-day delay; one tends to forget days in the holidays. 20/04/2010 I am under the impression that humans settle too quickly with routine. For some reason a monotonous life appeals to us. And yet, we complain we have no variation, we are constantly searching for out “adrenaline rush”. Damn! Having someone [...]
Tutti Frutti.
Posted in Diary, tagged books, burn, documents, dreams, forget, past, pen, remember, significance, write on November 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
06/04/2010 Sometimes when I stop and think, I can remember some of the past which I never had much intention in forgetting. Sometimes it feels like another life; sometimes, for more recent history, another me. Thankfully, I now know what to avoid and how -hopefully. It’s strange. I haven’t yet written in pen -and nor [...]
A look into the past?
Posted in Diary, tagged diary, feelings, important events, looking back, love, past, regret, suffer, suppress on November 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
02/04/2010 My thoughts are too volatile, and I can rarely keep a constant diary. But today I read some entries from years back and they interested me, so I realise the importance of capturing unimportant events. The reason I went back to them was because I wanted to know how I felt -so that I may never [...]
