There was a speech made by my (ex) school president during a free clinic by John Mayer during my brief time there. Aptly, it was a song off the Continuum album, 'Stop This Train'. For those unfamiliar with it, familiarize. Abstracted were a few lines which really struck home. This song kinda sticks with you through the times I guess. The lyrics, and (at least) my interpretation of it. Well, why I refer it to as 'my' interpretation of it obviously has to do with the fact that poetry means different things to different people (again my interpretation of interpretations) ; and in my book it doesn't really have to make sense, since emotion makes none. Anyhow, I chanced upon it again and at the start of this chapter in life, it took on another shape. Guess sometimes people forget how you should really stop living in the past. For those who still have absolutely zilch idea of where I am now: It's been official for the past few months, I quit school in Boston and I'm back in Singapore, taking up a course in NUS. As I was taking a shower just now, and while the song was floating into the bathroom, I was reminded of the times in Rockhampton, the times in Boston, the times serving the nation. I'm just wondering how the hell did I get through 21 years 10 months so far/fast without actually feeling it?
So heres it:
So scared of getting older
I'm only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun
Had a talk with my old man
Said "help me understand"
He said "turn sixty-eight
You renegotiate"
You do the interpretation, and make sure it sinks in.
Still can't get over the fact that people are graduating/ have graduated already.
Peeve: Why can't some people accept their ethnicity?
As you can tell, its during heavy changes in life that my musings arrive. Very soon it will be posts about stress, greying hairs and panda eye bags.
Had some food again from a coffee shop located within my neighborhood. I don't know how common this is because, private estates' land are usually reserved for housing property. It's a blessing though. The food is really good. Tad oily but tasty enough to renegotiate high cholesterol. I swear I should really be eating there more often. Just hope that these shops houses with my estate never really go away. Since young I have been going to the same barber/buying from the same convenience store. The only thing that really changes is the restaurant owners. I kinda miss the Indian Cuisine that provided call-in-take-out services. But then the new western food restaurant is in, and the coffee shop owners have swapped hands. Please never go away....
Deon
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