2008. Now that number just seems too large, too unreal.
Wasn't it NOT too long ago that all of just braced the start of the new millennium , as well as the Y2K effect so many of us feared?
Yes wasn't it NOT too long ago all of us were children running around in diapers, but hey? What happened to all those?
It just seemed a breeze, a snap of a finger *click* that all those happened but yet we're growing older and older each day.
Sometimes its even hard to remember how old you are now, but recalculating your age through your birth year uncomplicates matters in a way. Or does it?
But how bout if we never wanted to grow old? Why didn't we want to stay young all the time?
Would it be possible to stay 18 for a lil' longer? Just a little longer?
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Now as a more of a me post, and less of the SATC pre-menopausal hype combined into nonsensical ramblings, I'd like to say I'd bade a big farewell to the old year 2007. Hell it was a great year.
Staying alone for the first time was nice and different. Getting the independence that I've yearned for ever since I was born, huh? How could I ask for more? Well alone as in not alone alone but away from parents, with great housemates I've gotten to know and to thank for.
Living with 2 ppl you'd nearly not know was a painful and risky bet, but I'm glad I took the plunge. Heck it's hard to live and get along well with 2 ppl you know, let alone the fact with ppl you barely knew. (You know what they say - you don't know a person until u've LIVED with them) What I can say, that is entirely true.
This year I've also gotten to know better and further
someone who holds a key to an important chapter of my life. All those time I was blind. I truly was. Truly special to me, I'll never regret that path I chose to take almost a year ago.
Living abroad for the first time, I also got to know and realised the vast differences between a first-world country and a third-world country. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate Malaysia. Never did. I could never hate it. Hating the country that you grew up in for a major part of your life is a true reflection of someone's personality, in my opinion. It's just that the type of ppl that should be banned from a country. Their passports should be blacklisted from entering. Sorta like how Malaysians can't go to Israel? What's up with that anyway?
However in my case, it's all about preferences. Preferences to living in another country. Preferences to choosing a subject over the other. Preferences of choosing one type of food over the other. Preferences are like choices. Choices are like opportunities. I like Australia. How could I not? Apart from its high living expenses in comparison to Msia, its people were great and its standard of living super.
And university ahah! was an interesting experience. Call it the first year, call it the freshman year - overall so different to what I expected. It just means growing up faster, graduating and later ending up in a career world which seems fine and exciting for most young adults, but dreaded by those already in it. Why aren't we ever happy with what we have?
Uni goers were a different breed of people but it did not mean that one has to change themselves to fit in. An act which I find truly and inappropriately revolting. To see and to think and yet to know of people like that UHH.
Bout the food in Australia what does it come with- those enhancing hormones? Sorta like what you feed/inject chickens to make them grow fatter? Or it probably could have meant, after solving the equation, that quantity sometimes
equals to quality. WHO knew?
As I look forward to continue my third semester in university soon enough, I have yet another 2 months of summer break to look forward to. All this before I take my economy ass back to Sydney. When the hectic life begins again.
Here's looking forward to a great year! Happy 08!
Cheers everybody!