The year 2014.
I know it is the 16th day since the new year and the title of the post might be a little cliché but that’s the title of the book that I am currently reading.
So, what does ‘Unstoppable’ has to do with anything?
I began to think that despite the efforts to slow time down for certain purposes and reasons, no time in the world can be stop for your own selfish reasons.
In the 16 days alone, I had already experienced anger, love, sadness, hurt and happiness. So I have no idea what the remaining 349 days will bring me. However, I am ready to accept and challenge it face on with a slight procrastination perhaps on the side…
(Intermission of the boyfriend calling about what size my chamomile tea he’s buying from Starbucks.)
Since the first day, I’m pretty content with what was happening in my life. Some things still bothered me though but most of the time, I’m fine because I still have my boyfriend around.
Sadly, he will be leaving back to his workplace the day after tomorrow. (Insert a seriously ugly sad face.)
I’m happy that his holiday this time is longer than the usual 14 days that he usually took meaning I get to be with him for extra time. I do agree that at times, I do get selfish and wish to have him all for myself but of course, that would be impossible.
I feel double the happiness as this year, we came to conclusion that we will take the big step in the next 2 years time period.
Why two years time?
I am down with 3 more semesters to go, by then I will finish my studies. Yes, I am aware that I am still studying for my degree cert (and I’m trying very hard to attain it!) at the age of 26. If you want to know the reason, come and ask me personally and I’ll give you the full detail with dramatic gestures included. Haha!
Despite the time frame of 2 years time, that is 23 months including this month, I am already excited and getting ahead of myself, especially on Pinterest. Boy! I pinned lots of things on that app!
Yeah, I know I shouldn’t get too excited and make myself appear to be an idiot in everyone’s eyes but I just can’t help it. I guess that urge to take that next step in life is bubbling inside of me. (Laughing like crazy.)
I guess I feel the rush because ever since last year, I’ve been seeing wedding pictures, attending wedding receptions and scrolling through kids’ first day of school pictures on Facebook. Yes, some of the classmates/ schoolmates, their kids are already attending school. That would make their kid, like what, at least 4 years of age.
I don’t feel as if I’m marrying at a late age but somehow the peer-pressure of seeing your peers already in their working world, starting their life as a husband or wife, some mother or father, it just brings out the “what-the-heck-have-you-been-doing-all-these-time?!!” kind of thinking.
I try to suppress it. At times I succeed and managed to sweep it back to the dark corner in my mind but most time, it just bothers me and honestly, it can give a negative effect on my thinking and opinion on myself in life. And it kills me sometimes.
It is true! You are your own worst enemy!! (SMACK SELF!)
But I am thankful for my mum who is constantly reassuring me that I am not weird because I am not married yet. Haha! You may think it is in a bad way but it is not. I guess, it is the normal reaction from a parent who marry at a very early age.
My mum got married at the age of 23 and my dad was only 18. I even made a promise to myself that I would not marry at those age.
At 18, I passed it without getting hitch but I was in two weird relationships that year. My boyfriend was not one of those, he was the one after those two.
At 23, I am already in a long term and long-distance relationship with my boyfriend. It should be my 4th year with the boyfriend, the non-honeymoon-it’s-a-flocking-reality time of the relationship.
This year will be the 7th year on our amour. Hopefully there won’t be any 7th year itch. (Touch wood. Paranoid.)
It will be a struggle to save up money for the future as both of us has lots of family members. I think the amount of members can make me fall into an anxiety attack. However, it would be a good practise for my PR skills on event management and bla bla bla. (Nerd alert!)
Please tell me am I crazy and should I stop myself from being in this state of excitement and happiness?