Growing Pains

It has finally dawned on me that I shall be turning 22 this year. I am now ready to confidently (albeit reluctantly) respond with an "I'm 22" when posed with the inevitable question, "How old are you?"

Ugh. Twenty two. Dua puluh dua. I was hit with a big bang the moment I stepped through the open doors of the "twenties". It's not that I fear I'm growing old because well, obviously I'm considered to be very young when compared with the average adult in this aging population. Nono, that is not my predicament, if it can be even called as such. Rather, it's my inability to continue hiding and seeking refuge behind my teenage mentality. ( Chris would beg to differ on that 'cos to him, I'm still stuck in childlike mentality. Chris can also go eat poo. YKILU ^-^)

I can picture all of you over 25 now (if any) cursing under your breath, fists clenched. "What does she have to complain about?!" Please, relax. Crow's feet are never trendy unless you're 40 and up. Honestly, I don't know what I have to complain about either. Perhaps we should just ignore everything I just said.



I digress! Uni starts again in a week and a half! (Well actually, it starts in 4 days but I'm missing first week as usual!) It's hard to believe that all my 17 years of studying is finally coming to a halt in roughly 5 months. Then I shall don the horrendous square tassled hat and step into the next phase; slavery. Oh sorry, I meant work.

Nah just kidding. I'm sure I'll get a fine job. Hopefully one I enjoy? Hopefully one that brings me closer to my goal?? I don't know????? *Panics* Whatever it is, I'm not someone who's ever going to settle for something I don't love. I want to do...extra :)


And I will.