How the hellllll.

Why am I complaining that I'm old, reaching at the age of only 18 when my parents had lived for half a century?
I need to be contented.
But then again, I don't know how many times I've said this,
I never want to old at all.
2 weeks of my holidays are just gone like this and I wonder if I'm giving myself the rest that I should have.
I don't know. But it's the mind that's causing all the things afterall.
Thank god I'm able to meet most of my friends before I fly off to Vietnam.
Somehow, I just feel, more, relieved that I've met most of them. :)
&my siblings are asking me not to go.
Well, whatever it is, I'm flying. The air tix are booked and I'm not gonna leave my friends there too.
I must be mad to be working tomorrow till wednesday, with morning shifts for all 3 days doing breakfast.
&I'm still not asleep at this timing, 0046.
Sigh, screwed up body clock.