I fear that all my posts from this point onwards will be speaking about how I wish time can move faster. It's 22nd January now. A good two weeks from when I previously blogged. Two weeks is half a month. Really. Been pretty depressed this week, almost got three Christmas presents for something which is arguably my fault. Wondering why I am wasting my life, wasting my time. I guess most people confront this right at the start, right when they are faced with all that route marches to no where. And then they probably got used to all that. For me, I had fun all the way. Seriously, but right now, life is relatively good but time is moving too slowly. It feels like it's been forever but it's still not even one year yet. Though almost, thankfully. 1 year 1 month and maybe 20 days or so.
What I am looking forward to right now? Good question. Besides the Big O. Perhaps Chinese New year in February. (not the festive season mind you, the OFF and the super long weekend), my birthday in April. That's about it. I only have my year of annual leave and 4 days off to tide me through this year so far. I need to find ways to earn back some OFF. Oh no.
Someone tell me time will fly.
I think I'm the weakest person ever. I'm almost about to break down sometimes. I need things to be perfect, and if they ain't. I sulk. If I do something wrong, I will try to run, hide or blow the problem into bits and pieces. I don't know. I'm not even good at bearing consequences. I never really had punishment for anything I did wrong in my life. Nothing. Even in school, I could just skip detention even if they dished it out to me. Why is it that I have no control over time. To change things that went wrong, and to make it go faster (or slower). Why, why. why.
If I could control time, things would be much easier. And now, I am sulking because I feel helpless. Never felt so impatient, so desperate for haste, so urgent, but time takes it's bugger own free time.
Please.
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