I hate to admit this, but I am guilty of letting my mind wander to an alternate universe.
Pondering the "what if's" in my life is not exactly my favorite occupation since I never liked looking back
nor regretting my actions. Perhaps some people would call it pride, hubris, whatever... its not like I think
I'm always right, its just that I believe in letting the past be and living with the consequences of our actions.

Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I forced my way into Sixth Form. If I were a world away right now, being where I wanted to be instead of dreaming up that lost possibility. Dreading cold winters and enjoying rare days when the sun would come out, studying humanities all year long, having day trips to musuems where actual relics of certain eras actually exist, watching plays at the west end during my free time... No doubt about it, the difference in the quality of education is more than miles apart.

I must be crazy to pass that up because of some things.

But when I look back at my current life, what had transpired after I passed the crossroad, my nerd squad, bondings by the zen garden, tricycle rides, the tap dancing craze numerous irreplacable moments that taught
me more about the real world than Yellowstone-sized libraries ever can.

Yes, I'm glad to be here, and perhaps I would not mind being stuck here for the rest of eternity, at least not much. As long as I have my business partners with me (twip, twip, christa, cha, angeli, liaa, pam, val, gin, pamsee, ginj, kato, anding...) and of course my fellow lit pals (jen, bee, ka, keish, alessi, andy, sunny*ahem* kenot*ahemahem*, carms, yo2... )I know I'll survive