Something, something, something
When I close my eyes, I hear the sound of the fan circling above my head and the occasional raindrops falling outside the window. All is quiet and serene because students somehow manage to turn back time and slipped into their inner child when holidays rolled by. They rush back home like moths to lights or ants to sugar, excited to meet their families and gorged themselves on food. No doubt when the festivities are over, they'll return again and start shrieking like banshees in what in their mind they assumed to be melodious songs. At this point in my life, I would truly like to say that my mind is as empty as the gift box lying around in the corner but sadly, that is not in any way true. I wonder if it has ever been true... A year has gone by again and without my realising it January has come and in a few days will be gone. I have come to a point in my life where I need to pause and calculate how old I am. That may not seem old to some but for someone like me who thinks my mo
