Gone are the days where we just meet up in the mall or mamak and talk about trivial matters like our parents grounding us, exam grades or the crush on a friend's friend who is oh-so-cute. I just came back from a catch-up session with friends.. and I realized that our table talk conversations really are changing. Now it's about woes and worries of not having a boyfriend now, hence difficulties in finding a partner to get married to by the time we are 30. Then there's the topic of relationships, long distance ones especially. Whether they work, or not. Is or is not the guy/girl of marriage material? Do we want to have kids... and how many? Jobs... how sucky they are, or how much you love it. What do you do at your job? Complaints about pay and the hours. Then there's the additional talk of where you want to eventually settle down. Will home/Malaysia be good enough to settle down in? Should we be seeking out greener pastures? Then we start on the guilt of leaving our parents when they're already aging, and how much we feel it is our duty to take care of them.
What on earth has happened to our table talk? I guess it's a sign that we're getting older... and slowly but surely, we're starting to feel the world's burdens. Wow.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
With the passing of time...
Five months. For five months, this blog has been abandoned.
Only less than half a year has gone by, and yet so much has changed. Some good changes, some changes I'm not yet sure which side they belong to...
Chicago for the summer was one of the best decisions I've made. Like every decision I make, I'm always sure of it when I decide, and then as the execution date closes I start doubting my decision. Those four summer months gave me an amazing internship experience that pushed me out of my comfort zone, and enlightened a career path for me. They brought me the much needed companionship of a friend, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to hold hands with when walking the streets of Chicago. That friend introduced me to new friends, ones that I will probably be stay friends with for a long time. Those months lighted in me a love for Chicago and its narrow quaint buildings and noisy trains. They also gave me many memorable nights - dancing, Mad River-ing, Monopoly Deal-ing, chatting in Chi Cafe at wee hours, fooding... More importantly, those months taught me the pain of losing love, the ups and downs of job hunting, the importance of friendship when you're so far away from home, and also how much I am capable of achieving on my own two feet with the support of those who love me.
That chapter has closed, and I am taking a break from life, just for a few weeks. And then it's time to write a new one. New place, new job, new life, new people. Can I do it? Probably. But as always, I have doubts and fears and apprehension to start writing it. I know I'll probably be miserable penning the first few paragraphs, but it'll get better.
In the meantime, I'm just going to enjoy my break the best that I can. Rekindle my love for Malaysia and all its oddities - good and bad. Relearn the roads and gawk at the new buildings. Be a good daughter and sister. Catch up with old friends. Learn to live as an adult back home.. something I never really got the chance to do. Only a few more weeks of doing so. And I'm going to leave it all behind again till another day. One day, hopefully, I'll never have to again.
Ahh, life.
Only less than half a year has gone by, and yet so much has changed. Some good changes, some changes I'm not yet sure which side they belong to...
Chicago for the summer was one of the best decisions I've made. Like every decision I make, I'm always sure of it when I decide, and then as the execution date closes I start doubting my decision. Those four summer months gave me an amazing internship experience that pushed me out of my comfort zone, and enlightened a career path for me. They brought me the much needed companionship of a friend, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to hold hands with when walking the streets of Chicago. That friend introduced me to new friends, ones that I will probably be stay friends with for a long time. Those months lighted in me a love for Chicago and its narrow quaint buildings and noisy trains. They also gave me many memorable nights - dancing, Mad River-ing, Monopoly Deal-ing, chatting in Chi Cafe at wee hours, fooding... More importantly, those months taught me the pain of losing love, the ups and downs of job hunting, the importance of friendship when you're so far away from home, and also how much I am capable of achieving on my own two feet with the support of those who love me.
That chapter has closed, and I am taking a break from life, just for a few weeks. And then it's time to write a new one. New place, new job, new life, new people. Can I do it? Probably. But as always, I have doubts and fears and apprehension to start writing it. I know I'll probably be miserable penning the first few paragraphs, but it'll get better.
In the meantime, I'm just going to enjoy my break the best that I can. Rekindle my love for Malaysia and all its oddities - good and bad. Relearn the roads and gawk at the new buildings. Be a good daughter and sister. Catch up with old friends. Learn to live as an adult back home.. something I never really got the chance to do. Only a few more weeks of doing so. And I'm going to leave it all behind again till another day. One day, hopefully, I'll never have to again.
Ahh, life.
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