In a blink will come september and yet, August is still etched in my consciousness. Pages of that months old calendar are torn quickly, too quickly for my liking. Havent I just patted the seven in the year 2007 goodbye like.. yesterday? Oh isnt it rude for the digit to start running away from me just moments after I kissed it goodbye? What happen to the cliche 'take the time to smell the flowers'? I fear for the toddlers running around the park - for before they know it, they will be too old to be playing tag in this fast paced world where days tick by seconds.

As I sit in the timeless playground, I wonder about so many things. The unprecedented and half-precedented happenings. I wonder how could the number eight brings so much difference to the year when it shouldnt - doesnt the year still begin with the numbers '200' - just like it did yesteryear? Sometimes, I pull my sleeves back up to my elbow and dive my paws into the basin full of events of life - trying to reshape and mould my life back to how it was. Like, I used to have a bestfriend that I chatted to on msn on a very regular basis. Like, I used to have close friends who live just few steps away from my room. Like, I used to have a very good friend that I could always count on in the middle of the night (because she was a night owl too). Like, I used to have at least someone, who I could really open up and talk honestly to. But, apparently that was so yesterday.