Lately, the people around me are getting harder and harder to read. Shrouds of mystery, spurious eminences and all that. It's such a shame because, I secretly feel that I don't even know he whom I thought I knew. That being said, this is perhaps just part and parcel of growing up. Pain avoidance is a major motivation for self-protection. If that is the case, these protective facades and distances are then, righteously, inevitable. Or something like that.

I've been meeting people whom I haven't met for the longest time. It feels good to reminisce, of the days where lives are good and funny and uncomplicated; where getting good grades for exams and moolahs for the next shopping spree are the most important thing in life. Good ol' days!

Okay, enough ranting about humanity.