Drive

What I really want to do is be able to drive a great car on a nice summer's day along the countryside roads of UK, without a care in the world and just admiring the scenery.

23 years old

When you get older, things seem far less attractive. When you were 18 you wanted to club, join those gyrating bodies on that dance floor and get high on hard liquor. Now you think of zouk and shudder of the thought of those nubile young people who look suspiciously underage and those NSFs who throng the club in hopes of chatting up (if possible, given the loud music) some girls.

At 23, I don't feel that I'm old in a sense that I can't do all these stuff, nor do I mean it in a cynical way. It just seems that, when you get to the age when your female peers are all working, you're entering your final year of formal education, when you meet with your friends you talk about internships and work and other stuff you heard your older siblings talk about with their friends. (not that i have any older siblings)

When we had our 10 year gathering, we planned it way ahead to ensure everyone could attend, and barring from fabian we succeeded. It's unlike those times in army, where an sms would bring about a quick positive response. A last minute call for anyone who wanted to watch GI Joe only yielded ed.

Yet some things don't change and I don't want them to. That night we had dinner at a tze char place which we shared 9 plates of food. Then we went to pomo (the newly renamed paradiz) and played CS for the first time in ages. The graphics look really jaded. Then we went to my place and played mafia with 10 people, a real crazy night.

As I grow older, I cherish my friends more. They have seen me through my awkward secondary school/JC years, made the time in army less harsh and make a return to Singapore all the more welcoming.

To all my friends, be it those who are from my university, army, JC, secondary school, scouts or japanese class, it has been a blast to hang out with you guys again.

Strange, normally I'm rather cavalier about going back to London, but as the date comes again, I feel a sense of loss, like there's a lot of unfinished business here. But I know, I'll be back, and I'll carry out all that I planned eventually.

For this new academic year, I feel a new sense of purpose, a sense of me wanting to be even better. It feels like the time for me to shed the bad parts of me and focus on being a better person.

But words alone don't do anything. I shall show it.

One of the things I shall do more is blog. So those who actually bother to read my blog, I'm back.