am blogging this via e-mail from work. nothing much to report on that end – i am still struggling but i shan’t bore you with such drivel. after all i did sign up for this… torture.
it’s the world cup now but i did not catch the fever, unlike when i was 17 and 21. i remember at 17, during the world cup period i wondered when the next world cup happens again, where would i be in life? when i turned 21, i thought back to the time when i was 17 and thinking that and thought, i bet my 17-year-old self would be happy to know that at 21, i was studying in a prestigious local university and leading a pretty okay life. and at 21 i thought the same thing too – where would i be when i turn 25?
now i am here. working in one of the biggest media organisations in the country – am just a small fry here but i am here nonetheless – with an okay life.
where would i be at the next world cup, when i turn 29? will life be as good as i hope it would be?
only time will tell.
(sorry, i wish i had more that i want to write about!)