on the 31st December of
1979 - too clueless to realize that my life would be forever changed by Primary One.
1989 - full of excitement as I traded school-uniform shorts for long pants, all ready for the world with teenage bravado
1999 - still enjoying the much-cherished air of freedom from a long-delayed ROD from the year before, penniless but happy
2009 - with three kids, I'm back to being clueless. I wish I could say something exciting or positive (really). I can only write an entry in another decade.
Earthly life feels very short when one counts the number of decade-transition moments like this. This life is also unpredictable. I live in my own fantasy world that I've always been the same but the truth is every decade was different. It's too complex for me to sum them up with words so I'll try to describe them in terms of images.
The 70s is one foggy dream of a rented 3-room apartment.
The 80s is a movie set of Wargames constructed in the old, gray Funan Centre.
The 90s is the bottom of a muddy well.
The 2000s is sunshine through the forest canopy.
Those who know my personal history will probably relate well to these images. What image will I paint in ten years' time? God knows.
Someone asked me how would I re-live my past if I had the chance. This is a moot question. Nobody does. You can't retrieve the baby, let alone the bath water.
So what are your thoughts on the final 24 hours of this decade?
