you my children, are the special ones.

i could feel the temporal "school's out" jubilation welling up inside of me, when the digital clock in lt 11 turned 17.30. that was the last lecture of the semester, the last lecture of my first ever semester in school.

i could, still remember my first week in school, albeit too vividly for my own good.

i wished i could see whats ahead, where everything should be as clear as uncut ice. if only, i wouldnt be finding my way out of the confusion right now.

lings!
she thinks tomorrow doesnt matter and even if the world stops revolving, she is a girl, as happy as she can be.