Lost In Translation

Somewhere this time last year, I was standing in the cold of the night by the beach with waves soaking the ends of my shoes, screaming nonsense into the dark with a few randoms and some friends.
Friends whom, sadly, I don't catch up with as often anymore.

It was youth, dare I say.
That or a lack of inhibition - which served me well.

Some of my friends tend to tell me I grow up too fast sometimes.
If it's not because I was dating an older girl, then it was because I was doing too much. I'm not living the life of how university students are supposed to live - late nights, party Fridays, headaches in the mornings and a pass still gets you a degree. No. I was 25 at 21. And now, as they've diagnosed me, I'm 22 trying to be 19.

A lot can change in a year. Please don't read what I'm not saying. I love where I am today. I don't regret the choices I've made through the years, especially in the last year, and I'm not whinging about it now. However, I still do wish for a greater capacity. I yearn for more and to be better at life. I don't want substitutes, I want expansion. I don't want to replace yesterday with today. I want to be able to manage my time better, for instance, and not have "work" or anything else replace my time with friends. I want to live better.

Today I tread on very different grounds as I did last year, I'm not ignorant of that.
But I don't want to have to lose the best bits of my yesteryears as well. I know I'm guilty of losing touch of a lot of things and people. I want to make up for it.

Starting from Malaysia,
There's the CCKL crew to catch up with, but more so, the JYG boys. And of course, there's Mel and Steph representin' the Cempakan league in KL and my homies back in good ol' Kluang (and around).

I haven't looked forward to going home as much as I do this time round in a while.

I want to make up for the time lost over the year(s).
I'll be on the plane this time next week in anticipation.

"Look alive".