Humans are such creatures of habits, that the past culture and behaviour learnt from family members cast a great impact in your subsequent life. I feel that I have very different aspirations and could have been doing things a lot differently. But habits cultivated from my past tens of years have embedded deep impact in my behaviour and so-called interests. Past few weeks I've again found myself meddling with computer hardwares, researching, exploring, and optimising it to its fullest speed. Downloading some popular games, getting my hands on it, blah blah. In the end when I'm done, then there comes the question: so what? What has been changed, really.

At 23 year old, in half a month's time to be exact, I'm supposedly at my prime age, getting to the top of my game and experiencing life to its fullest. Life is relatively good now, but that's not what I call living a life. I've many interests yet to be explored, and I found myself locked in this country, limited by the activities. weather and landscapes available. Not sure if this is what you call grass is greener on the other side. To think of it, my girlfriend studying in Melbourne doesn't seem to be living a much different life than before, anyway.

I need to get out of this shell and be another person. I need to not be me.