when my new year has to be really happy...

This December would be my 19th December in my entire life simply because I was born in the month June and my first December fell on the age of 0. My 'entire' life, however, only stretches to a miserable 18 years. Living on this planet for 18 years doesn't seem to fall under the category of a 'life'. Talking about people who lived for 50 years, then that's what I would call a 'life'. Alright. So I have not lived a life yet. Hence, I would call my duration here as an appearance-like a stage appearance. Afterall, a certain Shakespeare once said that life is like a stage. Bla bla bla.

Ok. Enough of literature crap. My brief appearance here could be divided to sub-categories known as "years" by the people of this inhabited planet.Hm, intriguing. So, the human year of 2005 is actually Jonathan Year of 18. And when January 1 strikes, 2006 will arrive and Jonathan Year of 19 takes hold. So, how was Jonathan Year of 18? In normal terms : How was the year 2005? Good? Let me summarize the year in this short blog post. Let's see whether a year's length of happenings could be compressed to a few connected lexicons which holds no other meaning than what I am trying to say itself. I shall divide ( I don't know what's with me and divisions) the year to quarters ( 3 months). Since I would be taking a business undergraduate course, so I had to use those 'quarter' terms as often as possible. Bare with me.

First Quarter
I initially had some difficulties trying to believe that 2004 (JY of 17) was gone. It went to the extent that I had to slap myself every morning and say, " Yes. It's 2005. No. It's not 2004." Hence, born was a habit that was rooted within me throughout this year. I had problems dealing with my new-found life in colllege. I had to cope with certain obstacles relating to my physical and of course, emotional well being. However, no matter what happened, I still had to adjust myself to the fact that 2004 is gone...gone forever.

Second Quarter
...And I was still adapting. At this point of 2005 (JY of 18), I had my semester breaks. And I couldn't thank God more for holidays. I hated or in a more 'subtle' way of putting it, I disliked my new-found life. Every day that passed only meant that I was drifting further away from my beloved year of 2004. And then, after the semester break, there were exams after exams. I felt like Hiroshima being bombarded by Allied warplanes. No, I was not bombarded with bombs but with exams. Exams are bombs, in a way. Never liked exams and I always held the fact that whoever liked exams were either crazy or insane. Yeah. Both have the same meaning but 'insane' simply translated to 'Crazy Level 2.'

Third Quarter
Morale fell like a dead orangutan being shot from the tree branch by an Orang Asli sharp-shooter. I couldn't feel more down in my life than ever before. I was sick of college, fed up with exams and bored with life. Though I am shy to say this but I felt lonely. Haha. Not funny. My close friends weren't as close as we were used to. Far away friends became "further" friends because I could hardly meet them and worst of all, my acquaintances somehow morphed to strangers-like those people on the streets. I badly missed my high school life at this point and I would give anything/everything just to re-live a day of high school again. Just once would do. But that wish didn't come. Sad.

Fourth Quarter
Still sad. A perfect ending to my lousy year. My final exams were tough and my results were mediocre enough to be called "not so good." But it wasn't all too bad. At least it was still an A! However, what made this quarter of the year more miserable than the other three was all the heartbreaks I had to endure. Actually it was only one if seeing Arsenal losing didn't count as a heartbreak. However, my mediocre results supplemented by other 'sad' incidents did not make this quarter a memorable one. One which I choose not to remember til the day that I die. I'll try.
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And now, at the end of this year, here I am trying to figure out what 2005 really did for me. To be honest, it did me nothing. Nothing good that is. Therefore, as the Earth completes its orbit around the Sun to start the journey around it all over again, I hope the next journey wouldn't be the same. I pray 2005 wouldn't repeat itself again. One lousy year in my life time is enough, given that my life at this point is only 18 years long.

In other words, Jonathan Year of 18 just sucks.