::Nanuenymous::

Hi! I'm Nanue and I can tell you now how it feels to have been away from home for 2years and how heartbreaking it is to only witness still images of people I love or the joy of having ticket to Taylor Swift's concert this summer. But no, I won't be telling you any of these today. I was about to sleep after a grueling study session i forced myself into just now but my head went cuckoo, even though my lids were tightly glued; hence this entry.

Notice some changes? Heh.

So. An eternity seems to pass before I realize I needed a change. I started blogging since I was 18 and naive. Now, being 21 (naivety remains intact, unfortunately) shall mark another change of phase (and template) that is long overdue. I figured I needed more space to write and be creative (for whatever means it may be).
Looking back through all of my old posts, I had echoes of laugh in my head, and imaginary crowd booing. As I was flipping through my notes some 3-4 hours ago, my head went elsewhere. This has come to me not once, but quite regularly, on an irregular intervals. I started to think about the person I've become, the person I was before, and the person I picture myself being in some 10 years to come. The list gathered as I was having my shower and on my daily ride to school on 117, but mostly in the course of falling asleep. And this I figured when a husband could come into good use. Your head won't clutter as much :P

So, are you ready to come with me to my thoughts' escapade?

Welcome to 2020.
In 10 years, I shall have a stable job. I tend to picture myself being in HR department of a gigantic private company, which is utterly weird considering how much I suffer in science at the moment. My office would be somewhere in KL or Selangor. I drive to work everyday, and it's an office hour job so I'd have time to cook and attend my loved ones later that day. Nanue is a careered woman with a loving husband and maybe, 2 kids. One being a newborn baby and the other one, maybe 4 years-ish? I haven't decided on that yet. I probably drive a Vios because the "real" car would be my husband's. He owns a Honda Civic or better so that mobile carry us around formally. My husband's an engineer, he works at a place surrounded with guys, (ok this is clearly nearly impossible). He might be short (bias element detected), but he sure has a big heart. A sacrificial husband he is.
Nanue calls her kids with names she already planned giving 10 years ago, written in a flowery notebook she got from Dollarama. Nanue can cook the phonebook with style, within minutes. I want the thought of my cooking salivate my kids and my husband, but still, we'll have casual eat-out sesh on a weekly basis. Just because. My husband is full of surprises. He's like an Easter Bunny, demands effort, the before snapshots, because in the end, he'll blossom with lovely surprises that tear me up every time. And I love him, because he makes me smile when it thunders at night. And most importantly, he loves the kids. Once in a while, he'll hold the sleepy baby to his bosom, humming the baby to sleep because I am just too tired to care.
In 2020, I own a few designer stash, bought with my own cash. I have savings because I splurge reasonably.
I am also becoming less of a stalker, more of a talker. A listener. I speak wise things to my child, letting him/her knows he/she has the support she/he needs to grow. My parents are still healthy, alive and kicking. We'll make monthly visits because they now love the kids more than themselves.

I hope, in 2020, I still have my blog and I shall now remind myself, that in 10 years time, I shall go back to this page and check on this entry.
And we'll see whether I'll be laughing at myself or have wet cheeks because what I wanted is then a reality.

Now let's see if my second attempt to sleep ends up in vain or otherwise.
Ta everyone, and pray for my exam this Wed. I love you