I usually roll my eyes at people who call their birthday month their “favourite” month, it makes the insides of me cringe, which is ironic because in the next paragraph i’m going to be writing about why June is the best month so far.
On the first day of the month I received a call from EY telling me that I have been offered a position in the company, and later that day, completely unbeknownst to me, my friends and family threw a big early surprise birthday party for me, celebrating my 21st birthday, and I can safely say that that was one of the best days of my life. A few days later a friend informed me that I came in 3rd place as the top affiliate in ACCA Malaysia, which at first I thought was ludicrous because that prize is awarded to the people with the highest average across all 5 professional papers, and I didn’t think I would be anywhere close. So I called ACCA the next working day and they confirmed that it was in fact me, and I was still in disbelief. Perhaps it was a combination of good luck and the right timing. On top of that a lot of my friends are on summer break and they’ll be back in Malaysia for a few months, so I’m glad that I get a chance to hang out with them before I start work in July. I’m going on 2 separate trips with my friends next week and I’m really looking forward to those as well. So there you have it, it’s the 8th day of the month and I’ve already concluded that June is my favourite month of this year.
I turned 21 yesterday, and I know that 21 is just an arbitrary number that society assigned to adulthood, but even with that in mind it still does something to you, I have a hard time articulating what exactly, but it does something. Obviously people don’t wake up one day and say to themselves, “oh it’s time to be an adult now” and then proceed to “be” and adult. Like everything in life, it’s gradual, you don’t sleep a child and wake up an adult, but it starts occupying more and more of your thoughts each day, and eventually you act like one without even realising it.
I remember thinking in my teen years that I’d be fine without a partner, that I’d just go about minding my own business and doing the things I like and achieving my so called goals. That thought has evolved throughout the years, but now more than ever I wish I had someone to share my life with, my very own partner in crime, maybe because a lot of my friends have found someone for themselves, I’m starting to feel a teensy tiny bit lonely. I know, very much like a companion you share your life with friends too, you tell some of them your innermost feelings, and they’re there when you need them. But a partner is someone who is exclusively for you and you for them, maybe that’s the difference between girlfriend and girl friend.
Life of a Ken 