Oh the juvenile excitement fails to die out.

Yesterday my brother brought home the School Magazine. A book that compiles the year's activities in words and pictures. Since he's in the same school as I was, it brings back memories. The book does feel different now. It has shinier pages. Rather all the pages are shiny now compared to the earlier versions that I used to get. Swank.

I remember waiting to get the year's magazine every year, flip through the shininess to find out if I was smiling out of the pages. It was an honour to be on the magazine. More honourable if you were smiling out of it more than once. Well, one would expect the excitement to die down. Mature to know that the school magazine days are over. The real life isn't about shiny pages and is definitely not picture-perfect. Epic Fail statement.

This year's magazine had an old picture of mine. My heart was alight. I felt the same excitement I used to feel when I was 11. It hasn't died down and I guess it never will. Some things never change.

So be it.