Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
I feel ancient at 18. As if my prime is over. When we r just born into tis world, we have e whole world of possibilities open 2 us. we can have nothing, b nothing, no richness, no knowledge- but wat we have is time. Wat we have is youth, an entire future open 2 us. We can achieve anything, b everything if we start right then. N then as we get older, one by one e doors close, e paths we get 2 choose from become fewer n fewer until 1 day, there will only b 1. E walk 2 every man's final destination- death. When i'm 80 i will b a shrivelled old thing envying youth bcoz i will knw tat they can achieve anything n everything if they work hard enough, but tat 4 me it wld b 2 late. tats y i feel ancient. bcoz i can feel myself aging, i can feel my matrix of possibilities shrinking at an alarming rate. At 18 i knw tat wat could hve been achieved at 17 is no longer true a year later. When i'm 19 wat other doors will i nvr gt e chance 2 open or ever see again?
