Life at 24 ...

is happy yet miserable.

I woke up this morning with a dreadful mindset – it’s the last day of the year, can you believe that? I thought the year just started not too long ago.

I told myself weeks ago that I must come out with a post before the year ends and today is the deadline, finally. What to do? I’ve been a lazy bump (in blogging la) ever since I moved down south.

Life at 24 is like a roller coaster, dramatic and full of excitement.

I moved down south.

I changed 2 jobs down south.

I moved from the north to the east and back to the north of Singapore in 6 months.

I had heaps of good Japanese food down south.

I lost my wallet with everything inside.

I bought another cheapo wallet with fewer things inside.

I went to Bangkok. Spent SGD 700 and came back with a bag of rubbish.

I went to Phuket. Spent 4 days looking at beaches and bitches.

I went to Macau. Spent 3 days having milk pudding everyday. (It’s seriously good and sent me right off to haven)

I love my office that overlooks buildings, buildings and buildings.

I love my room that overlooks buildings, buildings and buildings.

Life at 25…

indicates a stage where you have spent a quarter of century on earth.

*Duh*

At the age of 25,

I want to go Brisbane to see my brother and his de facto wife.

I want to go Melbourne to see my bestie and her de facto husband.

I want to go to the top of Eiffel Tower and shout ...



But for tonight, I just want to sleep till year 2009.

Have a merry new year ahead :)

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