In, out? Left, right?

Admittedly, I've always scoffed at the whole blog phenomenon. I never really saw the need to relate my daily happenings for random people to read. Personally, I thought thats what friends are for. To rant to, to bitch, to revel about certain exciting things with etc...

Ironically, as I was having lunch by my lonesome self today, I had a sudden flash of inspiration (which died the moment I reached a computer) and decided to just give it a go. Better to have tried something, then scoff about it, than to just have personal opinions with zilch experience. =P

So, here I am. Staring at this blank piece of virtual paper, wondering what in the world to write.

*muses*

Right, I've recently hit two dozen years of age, and I'm still about as clueless about my life as I was back when I was 18. Maybe its the society which I live in, or that I've been pretty much bumming my life away ever since I was born. But somehow, I just don't feel adult yet.

Yes, i'm still in college - one of the major drawbacks of national conscription. I graduate in half a year's time where i'll be almost 25 with (realistically speaking) a third of my life gone. I'm in a faculty where I didn't really want to be in the first place, but decided to stick it out since my cards had already been dealt. And, I'm graduating with sub-par grades.

Lovely way to start out adulthood, wouldn't you say?

Nonetheless, I do have a career option in mind. Something entirely unrelated to what I'm studying, but closely related to one of my key interests that's sustained me roughly throughout the past decade of my life. Still, having a goal is one thing, getting there is something else entirely.

And then I'm looking at the various freshmen who've just entered. I've acquainted myself with some of them and I found myself surprised to be slightly envious of 'em. Especially the women. 18/19 years of age. Prime of their life (during my prime, I was happily slaving away through mud and muck... but thats another story); options open to 'em; getting involved in all sorts of school activities. And I have this profound sense of regret. For not being more active in school (zilch official activities to my name in 3.5 years here), for not studying harder, for not reading widely, for not being more outgoing etc etc yada yada blah blah blah.... in summary, i regret being a lazy arse fart-around. Whoops.

Then again, I guess I can't say I've been unhappy these past few years. I've got a small number of awesome pals, had loads of free time, picked up an interest which fuelled a passion for things Japanese and spent quite a fair bit of time wandering through some bits of twisties near my home.

I'm just... aimless. And old. Oh yes. Old. I can feel my bones creaking. Though, that could just be related to my lab work. ^^;;

I guess I can pretty much sum up my inaugural blog post (and my musings) with a quote from Aaron Allston:
"Its not the leaving thats tough anymore, its finding someplace to go". (Profound apologies to the author if I didn't get the quote as 100% as it could be, but the gist is there. I hope. ^^;; )