ehm, hi. well. so I’m supposed to start now uh, right? I will.

My English is going crap as I’m not using it in the quality that would be appropriate after ten years of studying it. Lately my usage of English has been limited to “careful, careful, third person singular, you should use the ending -s then,”  which sucks. And they say if you really want to improve/maintain your level of English, start a blog. And yeah, that is what I do, what I’m doing. Plus I MIGHT have some stories/ views/ opinions to share. We’ll see.

Anyway, as for the title, please, don’t take it seriously (as most things around here), it is just that I have been listening to Tori Amos too much recently, songs taking me back to the sweet age of sixteen, seventeen – with all those hopes and fears. guess I haven’t grown so much since then. I don’t feel any more mature at all.