Posted by kuotsung | Posted in After-thoughts | Posted on 26-07-2010
2 hours 11 minutes into my 24th year of life the moment I started this sentence. 1986 was the year I was bornt in. I think it was close to 8.40pm being the exact time I was delivered. I love my IC numbers, 2124 being part of it, similarly my handphone, 9296 being part of it, a series of numbers I carried ever since I got my mobile line. 0317519 was my polytechnic matriculation student number and a number easily remembered, I believed for my whole life, much so than my current university number which I easily forget everytime. All were odd numbers, not that I love odd numbers, but the arrangement was cohesive to me in a particularly manner. I had successfully, and fortunately, took 2 complete cycles past the Chinese 12 zodiac animals. Up till now, I believed I am owing bank and school a cumalative rounded total amount of $21,000 for my education. 8 years back I was thinking what it will be like during the World Cup 2002 at Japan/Korea that 8 years later will feel like at age 24. No special feelings. I felt more wise. I am glad. Setting a target for another 4 and 8 years later actually to me is unrealistic. But nonetheless at age 28 and 32 seems like a wonderful milestone for a guy. Richer and wiser would be appropriate! By the way, 3, 6 and 9 I always felt them to be my lucky numbers.
Numbers, humans quantification. Even the time now could not even be verified as real time. But I love my birthdate, 26th July 1986.