Monday, May 04, 2009

Another year added on

Yes, people... it's that time of the year, and yes, I'm officially in my 30s. No, sir... not going to 30, or 30 only... it's 30s from now on.

And some things just happened everyday, insignificantly... some small little things, that you didn't realised until you looked back, that somehow, are actually reminders that you are getting older...

- when filling online forms for year of birth, you have to start scrolling down to find the year you are born in

- when forms categorised the age group... one moment you are in the group age 26-30, the next moment, you are ticking the group age 31-35

- when much more time is spent on debating whether a certain kind of food/tidbit/drink/dessert is going to give you some kind of age-related disease rather than gobbling it down right away

- when you start to look out for any signs of grey hair while combing in front of the mirror

- when you find yourself spending more time, at a much closer distance from the mirror to check for wrinkles, instead of worrying about pimple outbreak

- when the thought of going to Orchard Road during the weekend actually gives you a headache rather than a sense of excitement and anticipation

- when staying out late every weekend doesn't seem so appealing anymore (you think that going home earlier actually means more time to rest)

- when you have to fight hard to keep yourself awake when the clock reads 2:00 a.m.

- when your iPod keeps playing the same songs for the past year, and you have to rely on your young, little sister to keep you updated on new songs

- when mothers with young kids start to give a look that seems to say "should i ask my ah girl to call her jie jie or auntie?", or worse, the kid straight-away calls you auntie without any prompting from the parent



But then again, like I was talking to Chelly that day, it wasn't so bad being 31. As people will say, age is just a number, what matters is how you look at life and live it. As the Chinese says, 人老心不老 (young at heart). Or maybe I can change to 人老"歆"不老 in another couple of years time. Haha.

5 comments:

Old Beng May 6, 2009 at 2:32 PM  

I actually shed a tear when reading your post... (nothing to do with you but with me).

Anyway, we are always younger than tomorrow.

levynn May 7, 2009 at 7:08 PM  

uncle beng...

how come so emo?? which one hits the spot??

spyder May 7, 2009 at 10:57 PM  

old beng > face it bro.. you chose the nick 'old beng', you should already knew what was coming liao..

Old Beng May 11, 2009 at 10:47 AM  

Levynn
>>Which one hits the spot?

Aiyoh, xiao mei, should be which "ones" hit the spot, just to name a few:-

- when filling online forms for year of birth, you have to start scrolling down to find the year you are born in
=> I have to scroll way lower

- when you start to look out for any signs of grey hair while combing in front of the mirror
=> I am looking for the black hair which may still lingers amoung the white ones

- when you have to fight hard to keep yourself awake when the clock reads 2:00 a.m.
=> mine is 11.30 pm

Spyder
I didn't choose to be old, it chose me :(

levynn May 12, 2009 at 9:50 AM  

uncle beng...

dun worry la... your case should be more of 人老心不老, ya... :)

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