Pumpkin Head

I am so glad I went to the breakfast club this morning. I enjoyed it so much. Watching those NKOTB, young souls, fresh high school grads came overseas pursueing their dreams. I feel the potentials among this group, a collection of ambitions so powerful it shaken my heart. Yet, they are so green, just sprouted, so fragile yet hidden with a hint of fearlessness.

They reminded me so much of me at that age. The silly things that I had done and said. The embarrassments, the loneliness, the want-to-bes, the questions like who am I? what I want? (which some of us still ask ourselves today), the rebels and struggles. Ah.... Growing up was painful, very painful.

So I have decided, growing old must be graceful, very graceful. And if I could have someone to grow old with.... that would be very, very nice.