Another year come and gone
Friday, March 28, 2008
Well, it's just another year.
Is it normal for people to have less fun on their birthdays as they get older?
Or maybe it's just rotten timing. Who wants to have their birthday on Easter?
Kinda sad, ain't it?
But ah well, I should count myself lucky. Pity the fellas who are born on 29th February.
But then again, it could just be the fact I've turned 23. More of a sobering fact than a reason to celebrate. Time to grow up, right?
I wanna get out of here. I need my space. Ever felt so claustrophobic even though the whole house is empty? I want to be independent. I want my own kitchen. My own room. It's not that I don't like people, and it's not that I wanna party hard. But I want the option. If my lifestyle is going to be anything like Adelaide, I'll probably be a very good girl who stays home and does her laundry every week, cooks most of her meals, and cleans her room. But I want to have a place where my friends don't feel uncomfortable. A place to just chill out. Does that make sense? Is it weird to want freedom and independence in a collectivistic culture such as ours?
Sigh... unemployment. It sure is no fun. As much as I know chasing after riches will lead only to ruin, I can't help but wish I had the money to do as I please. I don't love money itself. But I love what money can buy. And I hate that I do.
A year on... and this is where I am. Nowhere.