time is a concept and age is just a number

Waking up on the first of January 2011 for me is equivalent to waking up on say, the 13th of June 2010. Point summarised - any given day unless significance is bestowed.

I find that 2011 is another year of the unexpected, but hopefully the good. One can only expect and accept the worse and be happily surprised at the good that comes along.

I don't think I'm being pessimistic, just realistic. After all, I am a 24 year old (soon to be 25 year old) girl (?) living in the tropics, resting on the academically garnered habits of an overseas education, chafing down the principles of an attitude overtly exposed to the white-man culture, jobless yet trying to reconcile philosophies of meatballs and tang yuans.

Happy NEW Year indeed.

Same shite different concept - a short but urgent reminder that life comes with no dress rehearsals and sound checks, and that you only get one shot.