morgueville,heartland living.

"you think you know."


everybody tells you that when you're seventeen. or so i told myself after a year of mental rhapsody. that year was a fall-in-love with all sorts of things. the colour brown. mao zedong. blues. ipod. jazz. her. sinatra said it was a very good year when he was seventeen. a wonder why seventeen isn't as hyped up as sweet sixteen or eight-i-can-officially-go-zouk-teen. maybe seventeen is an under-rated year.


then it better stay that way.


nothing much to wow about that year. worldwide epidermic. goodbyes to raised allowance. the birth of legends; leslie cheung, gregory peck, reuben (the incredible pianist from buena vista social club. have no idea what surname.) and anita mui. economics. the return of britney, madonna, et al. bennifer. aston kutcher. the matrix. the michael jackson. the horrors!
but then like phoenixes that come as they wished admidst that year, came the lord of the rings. new found mates. big fashion mistakes. borrowed satc dvds.


it wasn't all bad as i thought. prozac nation was a passport away but by the end of this passage, i don't really care. age is nothing but a number. not like i give much damn about it.


but i just turned eighteen.