Just some interesting silly thought that hit me and so I decided to blog about it:)
Ever wonder how one should define the age that you hit quarter life crisis? Why is it commonly defaulted to the age of 25? Although it's pretty much true that I am now at a cross-road in life and facing a little of a crisis unto myself, if you want to define this term strictly with reference to each individual's life, 25 is definitely not the quarter. How many would live till the ripe old age of 100?Most probably it's just a nice and convenient number to consider out of a whole of 100. But to speak realistically in terms of each individual's life span, quarter life might have been reached when you were a teenager instead of now. So maybe puberty was your quarter life crisis. Wouldn't that be interesting? Well, I guess it all boils down to identity and personal crises at various stages of your life and this term "quarter life crisis" is just yet another generic term attempting to classify the various stages in life where you could most likely be in a personal identity crisis.

Wishing, Hoping and Reminiscing...

This blog's a little drastic. Sometimes entries are far and few, updated infrequently. But recently, so many thoughts keep spilling over the top of my head that I have to have to taken down right here. How I wish we were back to the school days, when we used to have those bbqs at the east coast park. That was so much fun. Then there's the various class trips and other outtings organised. Such as cycling at the ECP again and going to Sentosa. However, it is hardly possible to do so now since everyone's working and the schedule tend to clash with most of us on shift work. I miss those good old days.

It's been a while.

It's been a while. Months since I last placed an entry here.
In the dead of the night, where the only sound left is me furiously typing away on the keyboard and the chirping buzz of a cricket, here I am, sleep deprived post night-shift and yet pretty much awake due to an overdose of caffeine from dinner with the girls earlier. And so it was confirmed. But still, I can't believe it. It feels unreal and I am in denial. Perhaps I never really accepted the fact. Perhaps I just chose not to accept. In the months to come will I learn to accept? Perhaps? Maybe it will soon become a must. I will HAVE to accept it as it is. It's a reality. Not that it isn't now. But it's just a reality I prefer to run away from and deny. Pretend it all never happened. Life goes on whether I like it or not.
On a different note, I think I need to look for a travel companion. I want to go away to some where far for my 2 weeks leave in end of august. Sad to say, I have no one to go with and no idea where exactly I want to go to. The only thing I know is that I want to escape. Escape from this reality of life, even if it's only for a short period of 2 weeks. And maybe, just maybe, I will be able to find some peace and accept anything in life more readily.
For now, I just want to go roll in my bed, grab my book and hope that sleep will eventually find me.