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Dog Years

Having a dog is amazing. Dogs never fail to make you smile. No matter how disobedient they can be, how much of your shit they bite or ruin – all they need to do is look you in the eyes or give you a lick and whatever they did is forgotten. At least that’s how I feel. I’ve spent less than a year having Snuggles living with me and I already think of how much I’m going to miss her when I leave Malaysia (something I hope to do as soon as possible).

Speaking about leaving – I’ve honestly never left the country for more than ten days. I’ve never studied abroad, and the only time I’ve spent out of the country was for holiday. It’s definitely something I want to experience before I’m too old (or dead) – after all, dealing with the challenges of living alone in a foreign country has got to be one of the most interesting experiences in the world right?

Anyway, back to dogs – why do people count dog life in dog years? Just so they feel better that it didnt manage to outlive them? I really don’t understand why they can’t have “human years” and grow with us. The whole idea of converting their numbers seems silly to me. If time is universal (and it is), it should apply for every living being on this world.

I don’t know, I’m rambling a lot. I haven’t written in awhile and I thought it’d be a good idea to jot something down before I lose the ability to do so. Here’s something I’ll admit – I’m terrible at time management. I work long hours because I’m slow, and I sacrifice hours of sleep to catch up on life instead. I spend too much time doing things I shouldn’t be doing, and don’t spend enough time doing what I’m supposed to. I should have done this a long time ago, but from now on, I’m going to start managing my time properly.

…Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero – “Seize the Day, putting as little trust as possible in the future”, and the ode says that the future is unforeseen, and that instead one should scale back one’s hopes to a brief future, and drink one’s wine. [Wikipedia]

Don’t procrastinate. It’s better to do something when you have the chance instead of not doing it and regretting it later. I guess it’s also easy to spout out all these clichés and not do a damn thing about it. It’s also easy to say “I’ll try my best” and not give it your all. Is that considered lying? Why is it so easy to lie? Why do we lie all the time? To other people, to ourselves? Even though some lies aren’t as “bad” as others – it’s still about being untruthful, which isn’t a quality people like to see in people.

Yeah, this is a terribly written post. Off-tangent, and senseless. But then again, it is my blog and I like writing down whatever pops into my head.

The future is on its way and just like before, I still am unprepared. The only difference this time is that I won’t be running away.

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