This time

The 1st day of the 8th month in the 6th year of the 21st century. Dramatic leh?

But it is, indeed.

When you grow older, time flies a heckuva lot faster. When I was in school, an entire year seemed to take ages to pass. At that time, I always looked forward to Mondays - the start of the week when I get to spend 5 whole days with friends. These days, Mondays are a drag. Maybe if I started looking forward to Mondays, the year will pass slower?

I'd love to have the power to slow time down. Although being 20+ (haha, that looks young hor?) is a fun period of discovery, it's also the decade when responsibilities begin to bog me down and horror of horrors, I realized that I have little lines in my eyes when I smile! (I'm already resigned to the fact of white hairs).

I cannot begin to imagine what being in my 30's will be like. Not just in the physical sense. I wonder if I can still have a sense of fun (which even now, is often quelled by my strong sense of paranoia). Whether I can upkeep a reasonable level of spontaneity. If I would still be able to listen to hitz.fm without cringing. If I can avoid getting too jaded.

I stuffed my list of resolutions for this year somewhere. Need to search it out and do some self-reflections. But, although I want time to slow, it certainly doesn't mean I want it to stop. I'm actually looking forward to next year, a million trillion things to look forward to. I'm sure next year will be great - just need to ensure that this year passes fruitfully, because I'm sure next year will be a whirl :)