Well, happy birthday to me I guess.. As I struggle and limp towards 21 years of a good life, I fail to see the significant of this auspicious date. The formal 'happy birthday' was gratefully thanked by me, but yet, the 'You're a adult now' stumps me. How adult am I ? How am I different from last year, from last week, from last night ? How different would I be tomorrow, next week, next year ? Should I be threading this with cautious, or should I approach everything like I do now ? Wasn't I adult enough 2 weeks ago ? How do you feel adult ? By the laws of the country that I can go into clubs without fear of being caught ?? But I have never feared of being caught before ..... Well, I'd give a point to the fact that I can legally get married when I'm drunk and all, but still.. marriage is the 2nd last thing in my mind, just right before "What came first, chicken or egg ?" ... Well, good luck to me on my first day to discover myself in a new light, adulthood. Older ?? Not by a day. Fresher ? I wish. As my dream of being famous as a musician by the age of 23 is rapidly vanishing, I'm forced to admit that I'm prolly well off being some un-famous guy in the IT line. I'd still try out those crazy or new stuffs, but I'd be just like another sand on the sea, eagerly waiting for the next wave. Nothing spectecular, nothing in the ordinary too. Much like you the, eh ?

How's life ? That's the question I've been asking a lot of people now, in a bid to try and prove that God (if there ever was one) is indeed out to punish me because I did bad things when I was a child or teenager (yes I can say that now, I'm an adult). But everyone seems to either have a more normal life than me, or their overblown small things to make their lifes looks more pitiful than mine. No doubt another of 'HIS' great plan to throw me off track. I'd find the truth, that someone is happier, better, nicer, happier than me. I'm sure there is many out there, but he has hide them all for security reasons. Anyone who found any of them can e-mail me cause I ain't giving you my bloody number, I assure you a reward would be paid for every living and talking specimen.

Going back a few days I suppose, since I stop updating it a few days back. Busy. I'm not sure with what, but something always comes up. But in the last few days, I've learnt a lot. Especially how humble and small you are without it. What' 'it' ?? You'll see. I'm quite sure someone is trying to send me a message that no matter how cheap or expensive you are, you're playing a part in this universe, and everyone is as important as the other. I've learnt the lesson well in an accident that I wasn't a part of. How ? Well, try driving in a car without the front mirrors, at 5.30pm on a Wednesday. :) You'll suddently understand the brilliantness of the front mirror, the essential of it and how much it has done without ever asking for anything back. As we humbly, mumbling and grumbling drive back in the bloody pouring rain and traffic jam, I learned and found an entirely new respect for the front mirror. From today onward, I promise never to break another person's front mirror, no matter what car or size. I'd aim for something more useless I guess, like the driver. I promise to cherish, love and protect it from any harm, well unless it was an accident which I couldn't have done bloody much, could I ? Yours truly, Fuzzy.

Then it was footie as usual, and I leyparked at home quite often these days. Talked to ying on irc, it's been a long time and quite nice to see we haven't lost that friendly feeling ,even though I have no clue who she is, or how she really looks like these days or how good are her .... leave that part okay ;) ... She didn't told me eppy birkday though, so that gives me a reason not to either when it's her time.. but I forget when it is liao ... some researched needed I guess.

So that brings us to today. Well, at 12am, berry called. She's a strange one. She offed her hp for no reason at all, other than the feeling of wanting to off it. I tried to call, sms and well, call and sms few times this week without much success. And getting a call from her is very much a suprised since I thought she was mad at me for some reason. And after a few more sms and calls from friends I went over to take her out for a drink. And we talked, and laughed, and talked, and laughs. I found myself staring at her for some unknown reason, that feeling of just wanting overcame me, you know ? I do think I had a nice time, and I sms her a thank you note and goodnight stuff. 'Twas nice, proper and all. I don't really care what she felt, it felt nice to me. And the calls and warnings about me would be properly egged up (yes, we throw eggs, raw eggs at most of our close friend's party, to the birthdayer) was ignored and dismiss, since I had this nice warm fuzzy feeling. And plus I'm fecking off to Genting tonight, so big chance that they will get to egg me or anything :thumbness: ...And I have about 3-4 friends who is going to be this year, so I'd get the chance...muahahahahaha... feel free to give me tips, advice or anything you think is necessary in being the best egger around.

Well, I can't be bothered to talk much now, all I can say is, I'm 21, I'm feeling fine, I'm patchly happy, I'm still alive, I still have all my hairs and stuff, legs and all .. I'm not overweight, I'm short yes, but most of my gf are shorter ;) .. and I might be getting me hands on that MD player I've been wanting all along. What can be better ?? Expect a great career, a super car, a nice home, a warm wife, 2 nice kids and no debts. But that's just simply asking for a slap, so till then, live and love to the fullest, die and regret to the greatest, and fulfill your own happiness..