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Ditch Your New Year's Resolution Day/Golf Day/Ben Franklin Day/St. Anthony's Day
2008-01-17 @ 4:43 p.m.

After spending an afternoon downloading remixes and reading a friend's very long LJ entry, I feel like I'm living my life backwards. Sorry if that sentence didn't seem to make sense. What I meant is that I'm going to be 21 in less than half a year, and 21 is just one of those milestone ages, after which you're supposed to be more mature and responsible. At least that's what my parents seem to expect of me. Yet to be brutally honest with myself, I don't think I've grown much as a person since I was 16. If anything, in some areas I've regressed, though that implies falling back to something that was achieved before, but that isn't the case for me. It's more like there are things in life that I've never experienced (or had the desire to anyway), simply because of the way I was brought up. So now it seems like I should make up for lost time. Whenever my mum lectures me, I remind her that compared to a lot of my peers, I was a dream kid when I was growing up. Come on, I was reasonably bright, got along with my peers even if I wasn't part of the "it" crowd, was considerably more obedient and sensible than many people I knew. For example, I used to feel incredibly guilty about staying out late, though my parents never officially imposed a curfew on me, but by the time I got to JC, my parents' insistence on having me arrive home by midnight started to grate. I know some of you will just exclaim that I'm not appreciating my parents' concern, but my point is that you have to start letting go at some point, and the whole "curfew" thing seemed like a good place to start, especially in a country like Singapore where low crime doesn't mean no crime, but also means that any crime makes the news. (I'm trying to say Singapore is bloody safe!) Anyway, so now there's this conflict between shouldering responsibility and having fun, because I think I've always been responsible but I didn't really have that much fun when I was a teenager. Not that I had no life whatsoever, but I somehow find that at 20, I don't seem to have experienced a lot in my life. That's all.



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