25.
A few days ago, a friend gave me a few photographs taken in 2001/2002.
Taken at the LSE; taken at Hare & Tortoise.
I was wearing this obiang green windbreaker.
I was even more of a stickman; yes, I've put on some weight over the past few years.
I was this kid.
Maybe a bit older than other kids my age, but still a kid, nonetheless.
And definitely still a teenager.
18 ... Gosh, that seems so long ago...
I was a stickman.
I'm still scrawny.
I've discovered that I can wear sizes meant for ladies / kids.
I have less zits.
I care more about having zits now.
I've discovered Clean and Clear.
I hug and kiss more.
I laugh less.
I'm glad that my face still reflects how I feel; that it's not a mask.
I know more people.
I don't know many people much more.
I've learnt a little bit from each relationship I've gained and lost.
I lost someone dear then.
I've lost someone dear recently.
I'm alone but not lonely.
I was blue.
Now I'm more of a red person.
The horoscopes say that I should consider earth colours / green.
I used to wear Disney shirts. In primary colours.
Now I'm experimenting with collared shirts. In pastels.
Not long more & I'll no longer be wearing uniforms.
Then, I look a teen.
Now, some people think I'm still a teen.
Well, I guess I'll look too young when I eventually pass from this world.
I felt old then.
I am definitely older now.
Smarter, wiser. Hopefully.
In the past 7 years, I've done a few things I wouldn't, at 19, expect myself to do.
I have no idea where I'll be in 7 more years.
7, of famine or of plenty
25.
No longer a teenager; No more in early 20s.
Mid-20s uncle.
:p