Hi, this will be brief seeing as how this is a school night and I have school tomorrow. But for now I have so much to say.

I turned 20 yesterday. And for a brief moment I felt old. Because I'm done with 2 decades of my life. Which is more than many people can say. But then I thought about it and I realised that I also felt hopeful. Because I'm at the prime of my life and the world is my oyster. I am free to choose my own path and embark on the adventure of a lifetime from here on now. I also felt loved, for the first time in a while. It's like, birthdays are YOUR days, when people come together and remember you; they wish you happy birthday and they make you feel special, sometimes they get you a present or a cake. And I guess at the end of the day, I'm really a person who likes attention. And God knows that I'm not exactly one who gets attention, because I am shy and introverted and a wallflower. So yeah, it's nice to get attention once a year. I'm thankful for old friends who never fail to wish me a happy birthday, I'm thankful for new friends who wished me a happy birthday for the first time (I am really really grateful for the friends I've made in uni - through CSS or through random classes), I'm thankful for family, I'm thankful for God, I'm thankful for my jc history teacher who still keeps my mobile number and bothered to text me (even though it's been more than a year since I graduated). I am also thankful for good music and good food and wanderlust.

At midnight on the 5th of february, I was listening to Death Cab concert videos on Youtube and realised that at midnight a year before, I was listening to Death Cab as I turned 19 too. Some things don't change. I'm glad I don't.

Today, a girl I'm not the closest of friends with told me that I should major in Southeast Asian Studies because I seem like the type of person who does what other people don't do. And although I replied with a stupid "Really????", inside I was all beaming and proud of myself. I like it when people, especially those who don't know me well, tell me things like "You seem like an indie (music) person" or "You have the hippie vibe". This is me guys, this is who I wanna be and if this is the identity that people associate me with then I'm really really glad. I guess if I died anytime soon, I'll be happy about at least accomplishing this, this identity, in my lifetime.

One and a half weeks ago, I experienced my first ever Laneway/music festival experience. I guess the most memorable part would be how I got really really sunburnt, the most sunburnt I'd ever been in my life, the most sunburnt anyone could ever get. I was red and hurting for a week and this week, my skin finally turned tan and started peeling. It was really really embarrassing walking around school and having everyone stare at you. But whilst being judged by others, I was also judging people with a "Omg why is there no other fellow sunburnt Laneway homie, people in school are so boring" attitude. Sunburn aside, Laneway wasn't exactly the best experience. We were late for Laneway and since the motherfreakin' organisers put KoC as the opening act, I was motherfreakin' late for KoC. And the motherfreakin' organisers didn't even organise the entrances very well, causing everyone to be late for KoC. Boy, was I mad and still am mad about it. Still, I managed to catch a bit of Eirik and my soulmate Erlend Øye. It could never match up to their 2010 concert though. I don't know what went wrong but amidst seeing one of my favourite bands playing on stage, I couldn't really pay attention to their performance? Maybe it was the traumatic experience of being late for KoC, or the distracting environment of Laneway. Whatever it was, I definitely felt like I wasn't watching one of my favourite bands for the 2nd time in my life and I was really really disappointed - by them, by Laneway, by myself. That said, I have so so so much love for Erlend and Eirik that I definitely need to watch them for a 3rd time (I can't believe I'm saying that I need to watch a band for the 3rd time because before Laneway, I'd never watched any band live for more than once). Another thing I was disappointed about is that now that everyone's seen Erlend's amazing dance moves, everyone else is now crushing on him UGH MAJOR ANNOYANCE I LIKED HIM FIRST.

Anyway, the other band I was really really psyched about was Of Monsters and Men but their set was too short and they didn't play Sloom :-( Hello, Of Monsters and Men, hurry come to Singapore to do a full concert thanks. Hello, Kings of Convenience, hurry come back to Singapore and perform a full concert at Esplanade for your loyal fans, thanks. As disappointed as I was with Laneway, I am semi-hopeful for Stars. Hopeful because I'm about to watch another one of my favourite bands ever!!!!!!!!!!! But the enthusiasm stops right there because they definitely will be playing a lot of their new material and not enough of their old stuff which I absolutely love and have held a lot of meaning for me over the past few years. But oh, seeing Amy and Torquil!!!!! The problem with me is that I always get excited for concerts, especially those of my favourite bands/singers, then dream of the perfect setlist, then get disappointed by the concert. Sighpie.

I have so much more to say, about school, about life. But it's 1am anddddddd I need to sleep so bonne nuit, tout le monde.

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