I once wanted to change the world. But now, I just cannot be bothered. This must be what they mean by being an adult.

The Turning Point

The day after my 24th birthday, I shall report to work. Eeeep!

I will know which hospital I will be posted to then. I will start work, probably the very next day.

The chapter of childhood shall be closed forever for me. Welcome to the world of adults - of paying bills and giving allowances to parents. The joke is now on me!

Still

In exactly a week, I will be 24. It is supposed to be a huge milestone. I should be in the workforce now, joining the crowd of people who mourn their Mondays and rejoice in their Saturdays. I should be giving monthly allowances to my parents. I should be doing something with my life at this point.

No. I am still waiting for a letter that has yet to come. A letter that I anticipate with dread and also equal measure of excitement. All my friends are leaving me, one by one, either for the working society or the universities. And I still stay at home, commuting weekly between KL and TI, neither here nor there. I am always travelling and yet I stay in exactly the same place.