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This post got me into thinking for abit.  

BOX 1: 18 or so

Ryan celebrated his 18th birthday last week. 18 is a legal number. Big deal hey. But it wasn’t for me. I have no idea what I did. I completed high school, gotten myself another kick-arse results. Dad and mum were proud of me. But I clearly remember my feeling; I was numb. It was soooo miserable for me at that time. I didn’t really know where I ended up going after that.

 

 

18 wasn’t legal in back home, I still managed to sneak into the pubs, night clubs with my college friends.  *notty*

 

 

It was another learning experience for me–transforming myself from nerd to geek(?)  

 

 

I was in Penang. I partied quite abit, except my parents weren’t there.  My dad never restrict me much, as long as I’m doing well, I am protecting myself, everything is fine.

 

  

 

 

I didn’t go thru much on my 18, if i studied abit harder, I probably won’t be sitting here doing drugs, I guess. But hey! no regrets. 

 

 

BOX 2: Twenty something.

Time flies.

I don’t mind telling people how old I am. The thing is, when you tell ppl the exact numbers, people have certain expectation from you. Especially ppl like me got baby face *cough* and it is not easy to tell my age. Once they find out, their eyes screen your head till the bottom of your toe. AH!!!! They think your age doesn’t match your face.. then the bitchness kicks in,  they will then expect you to get married by now, pregnant *touch wood*, or at least you have an unit or something.

Do all these matter? *celaka sial*

Hey! I am 20-something, so what? *yeah lahhhh! so WHAT?*

I’m going out with Kian for 6 years, I just about finish uni this yr, I’m not married yet, I haven’t buy myself a unit, no much penny in my saving account (AUD4.89 is numbers to be exact). But hey, I am happy. I’ve done quite abit. Maybe they aint outstanding achievement or anything. But everything I do, I do it well.

You see, you see..this is what I call ‘pressure’ from those stranger aunties. =.=|||

 

 

 Alas…self-denial number one here. OK, I admit. I do get worried abit. I am 20-something. I’m in love and I feel loved all the time. But still, I have nothing. Love is not bread rice,right? It wont “fuel” you up. *Chinese eats rice more than bread*

 

 

 

I don’t know where my optima optimistic  mentality had lead me to? The happy simple and contented life or the reality world that talk about money all the time? pffft

 

 

BOX 3: Nearly 30 or over.

I am not sure what’s happening down the road. I was asked by a friend, can you see yourself in 5 years time? Wau lau? You think what? I have magic eyes ah? See, another denial fact. I just don’t want to admit I’m  20-something, and I have to make important decision in my life– what to do? where to go?  Deep down, I am younger than 18. A hopeless 18. *sigh* yet happy *wink*

Hang on a sec.. general speaking, ppl in their 30s meant to be doing well in their career? what happen if they don’t? How do you actually judge your age to the society standard? Is that neccessary anyway?

The more I talk about this age thingy, the more I freak myself out.

“ONE POWER BALL FOR ME PLS!!”

BOX 4: the 40-ish.

The dude behind the mask is *ahem* 

 

 

It was a dress-up birthday party. As you can see..there is an alien walking around town. 

 

 

I never get any worrier for this 40 something thingy. My mum is in her 40s. She looks perfectly beautiful still for her age. Ppl think she is in her 30s. I am happy! I have her gene.  So, no worries myte.

 

 

Alas.. 18, 20 ish, 29, 30, 42 are all beautiful numbers. As long as you have done enough for the day, collecting the good karma, I guess we all will be fine, right?

Seriously? Seriously… Seriously!!?? Serisouly. (?)

 

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