2 decades.

Tomorrow I would have completed a whole 2 decades on earth. Currently, mixed feelings are welled up within me. Apprehension for the next stage of my life as well as a certain tingly feeling of excitement are building up within me, among many others. For those who drive, turning 20 feels like the stage in life when you remove your 'P plate' from your vehicle after an year of acquiring a license. Which will be arriving soon as well, in December. Actually, this would be a more accurate description of turning 21. But well, 20 is no joke either. It feels like you can no longer make a mistake on the road and point to the P plate, which serves as a self-explanatory mechanism to inform the driver affected that you're an inexperienced driver.

In any case, for some reason adding a tiny 2 in front of my age feels like a humongous change to my life. It almost feels like the 'next stage', whatever that means. But whatever it is, change comes and this is just one of those changes. I shall accept this bend at the end of the road, which shall wrap up my teenage years and head me in a completely new direction. But at the same time, I think nothing much will change and maybe this will just be my twen-TEENth year, so to speak. I'm excited for what's to come my way, although apprehension's attached to that excitement.

Oh and with the global recession and financial downturn and what not, people should utilise this ingenious idea of a shopping cart (see picture below) to minimize their spending and stick to their bare necessities. I should market this product someday - it'll work wonders. :)

Black House

Obama won. Phew. Thankfully McCain no longer has the avenue to follow in the footsteps of a certain republican predecessor. You know who I'm talking about. And what a historic day yesterday was. America's first african-american president. Something that would have been unimaginable and hard to swallow decades back. I surely hope big changes in the positive light are implemented. We know where most eyes will be focused for the next 4 years at least.

On a more micro level, the semester's drawing to an end SOON. It's one of those instances where you look back and wonder where all the time went. For some unfathomable reason it just feels like the semesters are getting shorter and shorter. Maybe the body's biological clock gets adjusted to the yearly schedules and rhythm sets in. Amazing system, we have. Right from the components of human cells to arms and legs.

In any case, the end of the semester also implies the onset of a system of torture and agony manifested in the form of repeated blows from question booklets conducted during a period of silence - the finals. This is one of the main reasons behind pre-mature ageing of hair for some, and insomnia for others. Whatever it is, the brain cells definitely get more exercise than the body does. Or so has been the case for me, at least. For a long time. Hence the accumulation of 'tyres' around my waist.

Anyway, that's about it for now. Cheers!