we were both young

youth. what a horridly overrated topic.

youth has to do with how young you are, yet it does not mean it as merely a physical maturity-of-body. it has something to do with long sentences and stringing them, it has something to do with minds and how fast you can do a problem of simultaneous equations. things like that get complicated, yes they do.

youth also means innocence. innocence. that song's playing in my head now. I listened to it on the way down from Port Dickson and it made me really really want to cry. it's so true. I felt so un-tied-down during the camp, and it seemed like each kilometre closer to home was just one more burden slapped on all over again. instead of thinking about God's love or friendship like I worried about during camp, I found myself busy thinking about what homework I hadn't finished yet and what things I hadn't completed for OM.

youth means stupidity. no one thinks highly of a immature little girl, yes?

youth means shake-you-till-you-just-wake-up-from-your-fairytale.

youth means vibrancy like colours on a tapestry or stars in far-off galaxy. growing up is like obscuring them, dulling them.

youth means me. and yet it doesn't. it's really complicated, like my Rapunzel wig, which I've never really completed, though it looks more and more like hair and less like instant noodles each day.

youth means happiness.

youth means PMS.

youth means weird and GAY and having half your face die on you.

youth means OM and Miss Tan killing you and Miss Chan being disappointed.

youth means I've got to get back to doing my holiday homework now.

when I first saw you.