...The end-semester exams will be upon us. I'm not studying. Big surprise. I keep telling myself I'll get down to it soon, yet that "soon" is just a vague idea, a remote speck on the horizon. And that reminds me - my friends came over yesterday, I cooked for them. And among other things, we talked about how our writing styles have changed, ever since JUDE happened. There's a huge difference between then and now.
I'd written a post almost a couple of years back, on this blog, on my favourite smells. When I go back to it now, I'm struck by how childish it is. Yet, (like we concluded yesterday) if we were to write on the same thing today, it would be seemingly profound, and full of pauses pregnant with meaning. Something along the lines of "Smells... Memories... Freshly cut grass. Ah, to lie beneath the stars and experience the sweet intoxication..."
Aah, the perils of being an English-Honours student!
But JUDE hasn't really changed me. In many ways, I'm still the person I was, I haven't changed too many of my beliefs, and so far, I've stayed away from the things I always promised myself I'd stay away from. Yes, perhaps my writing style has changed, and perhaps I'm a calmer person now, more at ease with myself and in sync with the rest of the world, but essentially, I think I'm the same.
And I'm glad JUDE happened, and not just for the change in my writing. I've met some really amazing people, I've made some wonderful friends, friends whom I don't just like, but respect as well. And sometimes when the going gets tough, even though I'm a loner at heart, I know there's support should I need it.
I seem to have rambled on and on, and this post has suddenly turned very sentimental. Perhaps I shall write more on my friends later, but for now - like I said, I'm not studying, and doesn't it show? *grin*