Archi aptitude test tomorrow. I find the irony of the situation mildly hilarious. Perspective drawing, or even any other form of drawing, i cannot clearly recall when i last drew anything; sec 3 i suppose.

My mum always seemed to deter me from things i'm interested in. I look back, staring at the strange way my fate seems to criss-cross about. But it wouldnt be fair to blame her i suppose. "I only wanted the best for you." Isnt that what all parents would say ? Cut down a lil of this, minus a lil of that. "Girl, it's for your own good."

Things that i've left behind, seem to have a strange way of creeping back into my life. In odd manners of time and situation. Almost like they never wanted me to let go of them. Yet when they came back, i wonder if it was soon enough, near enough, and close enough for me.


Because something i've learnt all this while: things you've said goodbye to, they can never really come back to you.