2009 is vanishing. The most sufficient year in my life so far. Out of the ordinary years, I was blessed with great surprises every month. A restless year. An extremely odd year. Tired getting everything out of order. This year, people keep telling me, “You’re still young”. But… but… it’s already quarter of my life- I am not young anymore. Why am I still young? Is it because I took it too serious? Because I over valued them? Too considerate? Nah, maybe the trouble I’m facing is just an illusion that is why people can’t see them. Maybe, those lessons don’t mean anything at all because there are more hardcorer life lessons coming up. What’s next after all lessons?

I always have the same wish in every year-end. Wishing to be somewhere else in next year-end. But this year-end, I’m here again. So next year-end, I wish I would be in… anywhere, just not here.