I'm a tough cookie not because I want to.
Because if I break down who's there to put back the broken pieces?

a little more heart
a little less head

a litte more open
a little less cautious

Sometimes, I'm amazed. I'm amazed by the audacity in me to act totally random.
Many around me told me that they are baffled by my courage, my boldness.
But goodness me, I don't think that boldness and blind bravery is gonna get me anywhere far.
More than once, I've regretted acting on impulse.
Lucky me I'm still in my twenties, I wonder what's it gonna be like when I'm in my thirties. More or less the same me I suppose.

My new year resolution was to use this whole year to grow up, to prepare myself for the world, the working society.
Somehow that's not working too well.
I'm so loving the me that still acts kiddish. The me that's still "kekekeke" happy and well most of the time sampat.

Arrrrrr. When am I suppose to grow up?

What I miss most right now is the twinkling sea of stars where I can see em' only back in Chendering.