Friday, 24 October 2008

As father time restarted the clock for a new day, I aged a year. That’s right. Today is my birthday. The date I came into this world 18 years ago. And with it comes the realisation that I have aged to an age where I am no longer considered a young child by the norm. I feel so old having aged this year compared to others. Sure it’s no 35 or 50, but for a child, 18 is a giant leap. It doesn’t help that I have been the baby of my class since Primary5 either. Do I have to give up my childish ways beginning today? Do I have to take on more responsibility and a more serious outlook on life? Does my days of being pampered by those I love have to end?

Well, if I was a follower of the norm, I definitely would have answered yes to all the questions above. Starting tomorrow, I would have cut my hair to a decent short length, use tons of hair gel to ‘slick’ it up, wear button-ups for the rest of my life and abstain from acting childish, which is my second nature. I would also take a more ‘employable’ degree, get a typical 9-to-5 job, get married by the age of 30, have 2 kids, a boy and a girl, and finally die an old man of 65. Boy, sure sounds fun…

In case any of you (if there are any) didn’t know me well enough, I will tell you that the paragraph above is just my sarcasm acting up. I may be living in a conservative country and grew up in a relatively normal family (normal here is loosely defined), but I am definitely not the type of person I described above.

Sure, I have been relatively tame but I refuse to live my life so bland. I like to have fun. I love being childish. And I definitely want to continue being pampered/babied by the people I love (especially by someone… hehe…).

Comments on the celebration Yuva and Lysa planned for me.(Thank euuuuuwwww.) It was a nice little celebration. They celebrated my birthday together with the birthdays of Vj, Saran, Wai Quai, and another person whose name I forgot (sorry, all I can remember is his strong handshake.). The cake was nice, although I would have preferred if they stuck to chocolate banana. Oh right, hey, where’s my present(s)? Besides the monkey book which I accidentally found…

Now I am really hoping for another birthday celebration (greedy, ain't I?) with all my other friends in INTI. People from MAG and IMPAC, my A-level classmates/coursemates and some others. It is after all, my last birthday with them. I have to say that I am glad the people I manage to befriend here are generally, a great bunch of people. Sorry for all the group hopping.( It was not something I wanted to do, it just happened. I was to blame but do know it was in no way fun for me either. A jack of all trades is the master of none, I know that better than anyone.)



[beginning here, it gets really depressive. So don't read the following paragraph if you don't want to. Just don't say you weren't warned.]

Now, shall I be so naive as to make birthday wishes? Why not? After all, my birthday would not be complete without being disappointed over some wishful thinking and expectations on how my birthday should be yet again (I do this involuntarily every year. Only 1 of my best friends knows this and shares the same sentiments.). I would never give up an opportunity to shoot myself in the foot, right? So here goes… I wish firstly, of course, for that person to respond to how I truly feel. Next, I wish for smooth sailings for my further studies to Australia. I still have yet find a way to pay for it, thus making it happen. I also wish for a better year, emotionally. I really don’t need and cannot take another year of those mood swings and depressions. I suppose 2 wishes, and 1 imaginary wish (guess which one? lol), is enough misery for now.

[end with the depressive part.]