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The 90s: A Decade of Transition

Last night me and a friend were drinking on a foam in my living room when we got talking about the 90s. We were toasting to the ‘high life’ while ‘Summer Girls’ by LFO was playing in the background. I don’t think I can ever pinpoint the exact thing that led us to the ’90s’ topic, like all deep topics you end up talking while intoxicated. It just happened that we ended up contemplating about how sad that the modern day is now, a sort of a ‘lost’ era. Lost in a sense that people fade all the time in the back ground.

Sure we were drunk on Lime mixers and Gin but it was comforting that someone had felt the same way I did about the 90s. I’m not saying our topic was profound or anything close to it really, just that it felt like it was in that moment. This is not a fact, but a matter of opinion that all made sense in that moment.

To cut all this justification short, our topic summed up what we felt about the our childhood years, and we both agreed that the 90’s was awesome. People nowadays overlook that decade because, well, they feel nothing REALLY significant happened and they’re probably right. No Black U.S. President was elected, gay marriages was not allowed, we had no ‘Lady Gaga’ or ‘Madonna’ to show off. We, however, think that its exactly what makes that decade particularly striking.

The fact that everyone was trying to figure out who they were. It was a time of transition. People finding out what they wanted to do with their lives. There was little pressure to be someone else, to be somebody because to be frank there were only a handful of people you wanted to be like. We had the freedom to explore who we wanted to be because, though you deviated from the norm, you didn’t get automatically stereotyped to some group you had no idea even existed in the first place. There wasn’t much stereotypes to begin with in the 90s, just basic ones. We felt we had the access to be great as ourselves. Of course I’m not saying it was perfect, awesome and perfect are different things.

Everything moved in a phase that people didn’t feel like the world was passing them by. People had enough time to catch up on the changes and actually ‘enjoy’ them. Its not as if the modern day technology and changes are bad, per say, but won’t they just please slow the fuck down and give people time to breathe. Its scary going to bed a ‘genius’ and waking up to the possibility that you are now ‘outdated’.

These days feels like you can easily be swallowed by the crowd. People don’t feel like they’re ‘finding’ who they are, but rather, getting ‘lost’ in society. You do one thing and you’re automatically this or that. Most people get stuck in between this ridiculous number of who they’re supposed to be and endless tug-of-war between expectations and reality. Its overwhelming, its fucking exhausting.

Whatever happened to freedom of expression, its the age of idolatry. Less are wanting to be great as their selves but rather, ‘great’ like a certain person. All things meaningful have now been covered by shallow purposes. We’re predefined. And as much as they say that its an age where people are more open minded, I beg to differ. Its more of an age where everyone has opinions that don’t matter. Everyone’s a critic? Yeah, certainly.

I guess its the main reason why our (us who spent growing up in the 90s) generation feels a bit overwhelmed and old. We’ve lost our time to adapt to things, suddenly we’re swirled in to the 20th century and forced to take in everything. No more transitioning, automatically doing. We do before we know, we do because we must; and we have certainly sacrificed who we are in the process.

All these I’m saying aren’t exactly going to apply to everyone, I get that, but neither can anyone tell me what we were feeling in that drunk moment was wrong. We sat there last night and loomed a bit over the a sense of loss for those unappreciated days. Its sad in a way like you’ve said goodbye to an old friend.

Was there ever any point in time you felt that way? Don’t you ever have moment when you would visit who you used to be, think of all the things you wanted and remember about not caring because you thought everything is going to be okay? That was the 90s decade for me, a supposedly time of transition. I think back when I didn’t care if people laughed when I listened to silly boybands, carried cd players around instead of iPods and mp3s and when I dressed in clothes I was sure was hip back then. I am sure you’ve thought of a moment similar to that.

We were silly and young, weren’t we? Yeah, we were. Wreckless and careless. That’s what the 90s felt like to me. And God, it felt pretty damn good.

(Source: idreamdrunk.com)

Updates on my life.

• My laptop is down again.
• My internet is down as well.
• My operation has gone okay but I am not walking with two holes in my abdomen area and they hurt like hell.
• My birthday is coming up.
• Oh and I can call unlimited to internationally for only $4 a day so I will be calling some people up. Message me your number if you want me to bother you. 

We played BINGO today and 2 of my guy co-trainees, who won, gave me their chocolates. I also got an orange today. Sweet deal.

Just another day in the life of a girl who has 11 guys as co-trainees.

People stop liking your own status. Isn’t that supposed to be implied already? You wouldn’t have posted that if you didn’t like it, unless you’re really pretentious or have a horrible habit of being redundant.

Its the sex, the after-sex, the all day in bed during weekends. Yes. Those are what I definitely miss most.

Had that. Lost that. Fuck that.

That awkward moment when your gay trainer, who has trained Ms. Guam for Miss World, constantly tells you you’re pretty.

That awkward moment when you find out that the guy you dated before is now gay.

Way to go, Ann. I should pat myself on the back for the ‘amazing’ streak of making the guys I’ve dated choose a less chosen path (e.g. prison, gender preference) and for contributing another wonderful person to the gay community. Congratulations!

Seriously though, he’s really a great person. He actually remembered me first through a common friend. We are now all going out for drinks.

You know there’s something wrong when the only reason you want a girlfriend/boyfriend is for the assured sex.

Things I hate when getting a new job.
1. Filling out these goddamn forms.
2. Going to government departments to get new shit.
3. Introducing yourself and saying something interesting.
4. Did I mention I hate filling out these goddamn forms?

Back to work tonight.

3 topics me and my friends must talk about every time we get together:
1. Embarrassing moments in the past
2. Hot people we drool over at the moment
3. My boobs.

They’re so soft. I just realized now that I’m lying on my side and I started poking on it like a dead jelly fish on the shore.

"Its nice to know you still want things so idealistic. More so, you still believe you can still have it. I used to be that way. You remind me of who I was. I tend to miss it a lot these days."

Last night, I ate some awesome cheese buns, got a job then got drunk on Tequila afterwards to celebrate.

It was the best day of the week.

Oh honey, you should have known you were lying the last time you announced, after a hangover, that you were never drinking again.

You know you have true friends when you share too much information (e.g. My nipples are itchy) and they respond in a non-chalant, crude suggestion (e.g. It wants attention, go get it sucked).

Bless me for I have all these around me.