Wish I was 18 again...

The last few weekends have been a little crazy, social engagements after social engagements, one tua after another, sometimes, when I wake up the next morning, I still feel pretty tired.

I remember when I was 18, barely knew how to drive, would stay all night, hanging out with friends, doing pretty much nothing, even at 3am in the morning, we would still be looking for mid-night snack.

Come to think of it, everything was so exciting, and I could eat all day without gaining a pound. Sky was always blue, and relationship was the most important thing in life.

10 years later, I have to watch my diet and I still gain weight, people are not as nice, and relationship has become something of luxury instead of necessity.

Also, there is the interior clock that puts me in the sleepy mode when it is 11pm. I remember I used to work until 2am in the morning, and 8am class in SFU, or the time when I could drive 45 min to SFU, class until 4pm, drive 45 min to Surrey, work until 11pm, drive 45 min back to Richmond.

I wish I was 18 again, life was a little simpler... Or was it? I was heartbroken, low self-esteem, financially dependent, and pretty much a geek. I rather be 28, I am enjoying the best so far...