i belong to Pluto

This is random.

I just read a number of posts from my secondary and college days and was totally engrossed. The style of blogging was so different. I practically reported everything I did in a day, every thought I had in my mind and there were still at least a dozen people reading. I was so young and naive, emphasizing young.

Times have changed. Things begin to complicate, people change and we will never get back to doing those stuff again. To put my posts in a nutshell, I was basically playing soccer every other day during my secondary school days and having track training during college. The only similarity between the two periods was me trying to do the bare minimum to pass my academic subjects.

I realized I was quite a funny dude. Or maybe I was trying too hard being lame. Those were the days where I could type a thousand word post without even hesitating, without even bothering what opinion would be formed as a result of a certain word or sentence published.

I can't believe we are all turning 21 this year. Somehow, I feel unwilling, reluctant and even a small extent of fear to grow up. All my life, I looked forward to growing up, getting a job and starting a family. Then, this sudden jolt came out of nowhere and brought me to reality. From now on, I can no longer talk and act without thinking, do stupid things, worry about scary teachers, getting a disciplinary record, have a conversation about toys and games. In fact, what I find myself worrying about is not having sufficient knowledge for my future job, not being competent, lagging behind in current affairs, networking, social statuses and money.

It's the commencement of this really boring period of life. Yes, we have been complaining all our lives about how boring wearing a uniform to school is. But there is no denying we had so much fun and laughter during those years, more than enough to compensate for the fatigue, syllabus and examinations.

Flip the page. This new chapter, you are on your own.

There are those days when I watch the news or read the papers with so much enthusiasm and eagerness to learn. And there are those days when I feel obligated and forced to gain the knowledge. The corporate world seems like a complete facade. Politics makes it worse. Honestly, I'm so sick of following the issues on the train breakdowns, the really stupid system of COEs which I'm so tempted to blog about it, the high housing prices, the 'unlucky' 50 over men, the immigration policies, Myanmar's democracy transition, N Korea's famine vs nuclear ambitions, Libya's and Syria's fighting, Euro's credit and debt crisis, Australia's PM's waning popularity, Egypt's struggle for power and China's every movement.

Sometimes I feel like just finding this piece of rock, preferably at least 2m in size, so that I can hide under it and live in peace.

The pressure is on, what has the world come to? Rather, what kind of world have I grown up to face?