And the good times arrive

I didn't post anything for the entire month of October here. One would have thought that my examinations had lasted throughout the whole month, when in actual fact it was only one week long. I can only blame my laziness for this.

Yet, that one week did feel like a very long time.

Not to mention a very long time ago.

So exams were taken, movies were watched, shopping was done, results received, thanks and goodbyes were said, albeit quite calmly, and then we graduated. All in the month of October.

November brings more exciting things. One can choose to utilise the holidays in numerous ways. And then there are also sabbaticals. Most people are already done with theirs, while mine only begins tomorrow. Amidst shopping sprees and slacker days, there might be a few days of school-related activities.

I like holidays of creativity and freedom. Though I must also admit that I often misuse such good time. It's undeniably me, after all.

And I think - a small realisation that hits me - that holidays are good times for reminiscence too.

Just this afternoon I was sifting through the older posts I've made the past year over at LJ, only to realise that I've clean forgotten about some events, some emotions, and some words I myself had penned. Many posts are foreign to me, as though I'm reading what someone else has written. Yet amongst these I find some familiar, and others that I remember as though I had just written them yesterday.

It's so conflicting.

It's me and it's not me... at the same time.

And it's really funny how some of these entries can make me laugh still. I had written them myself! It's amazing really, to find your own old jokes still funny. Still fresh. Still new.

I think I might sit down on another afternoon to read the older entries here. I might gain yet another perspective of myself. It's like another adventure of discovery, except that you're exploring pretty much the same landscape each time.

A passage of time. A passage of growth.

I've always said that I like my entries here better. Perhaps, to a certain extent, they are of a better quality. Some of the first few entries had been really truthful, after all. The LJ has a lot more pointless entries, while those filled with truth are protected. But on the overall, the LJ represents, more accurately, a greater part of my life than here. But I like both sense and enigma, logic and riddles, so I might just prefer it here rather than the down-to-earth pointlessness.

Chasing the end, which is always in sight, but without knowing that the running track is a circle.

It happens all the time, doesn't it?

I just like to hide that fact. Bury it deep.

See? I like my entries here a lot. Happy holidays.