Maturity

 

I look back at my previous posts.
And *facepalm*

 

All the 'rempit' words.
All the 'bahasa rojak'.
All the faces of youth and happiness.
Really, it tickles my heart,
but at the same time, makes me ache for those moments.
The moments when we don't have a care in the world.
The moments of primary school.
Boy, have I gone a long way from there.

But I am still me. Just a little older.
I'm not saying I am more matured.
Hell, I thought I was matured last year.
But it turns out there are many more
Jokes to be made.
Hardships to experience.
Friendships to enjoy.
And everything in between.
Btw, I solemnly swear I will not use bahasa rojak again haha.

Here's to the past, the present and the future.