I failed my skating test but I expected as much. Not disappointed.

I thought it was cute that my younger classmates thought that I was around their age. I am easily one of the oldest, if not the oldest in the group.

And then there is this sense of wistfulness. My career has stabilised and I am finally getting the hang of the cut-throat culture of my working environment (after 5 long years). I am in the best physical shape that I have been in years. And now that I have all this free time, I have no family to spend it with.

Patience is never, and will never be, a strong suit of xh. If we had just made it to this year, things would have been much better.

Looking back, I seemed to have been in quite a MLC fog. Because there were these few years that were a blur to me. One day I was just thirty and the next, some many years have passed. In fact, it takes quite an effort to remember my age because I don't feel or look it.

You can call me Dory/ Grl.

As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"

It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.