ageing
But she talked about love like she knew what it meant, and about how romance was in the horoscopes and zodiacs. She talked about boys and soirees, and her cute neighbor who rode a skateboard and had shabby hair, and how Daniel Radcliffe would eventually be her first boyfriend. She talked about math and english, and how stupid it all was, and how she wished she were ten years older.
-Memoirs of a Single-man
we'll never go be the same age as we are now after. my mom says so too. i could never be a year younger again. no, can't be fifteen again, or nine, or four. i'm still 'young', but one day, i'll grow old, and finally have to deal. as my know-it-all religion teacher always cliche`-ally say 'carpe diem'.
here i go again, stealing adages or mere exerpts from other people's blogs. maybe the world is really that small. maybe, somebody was able to go to my blog through, as i put it, excessive blog-hopping. though i doubt it since aside from a few few few friends i'm not in other peoples' links. but still, perhaps.
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