I remember when I was p6, I wondered how I would enjoy a boys school, with most of my friends not there.

One comfort I took was that I would see them again after four years in jc.

The thing is that they're not all my friends anymore.

In fact, they simply aren't.

Not that they hate me, but the distance, is just a lot.

And people change.

I remember them saying as much.

I'm not the same person I was.

Will they recognize me?

And will I recognize them?

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.