the guy 7 hrs behind..

isn't it ironic how we used to be much younger in our secondary days, and wished we were a little older?

everyone probably has had that moment in life.. wondering when exactly is it that we consider ourselves 'grownups'... i think being 26 is just about as good a turning point in life as the day one realises girls are actually rather attractive. ( prior to that, girls were just girls. period )

not looking anywhere near 26 certainly doesn't help matters too especially when it comes to the cashier giving you the glance over and asking for your id when alcohol is involved.. i think the worse part is when the puny mortal realises i'm 26.. it's difficult not knowing whether to be sorry for myself or for the guy behind the counter who has to decide everyone's age... ok fine, only the selected few then. hmpf.

anyway, i think i should work out a little... build some tangible mass... acquire some inkling of a physical frame.... yeah right.

the flashback about growing up is largely attributed to a dear old friend Mela who's getting engaged... she nudged me when i awoke this morning, with a terrible flu and sorethroat, into checking out her latest blog entry where all was foretold.

Mela was the primary 4 friend who used to make minature plasticine pizzas in class together with me and had an allegedly bad impression of my mom... and probably still thinks she suffers from obsessive cleaning disorder or something along that line...

yes dear old you... may all the love in this world warm your marriage for the fabulous years ahead.