Each morning's ride to work presents a 20 minutes worth of serenity to me. That is ironic because the ride to work is actually through annoyingly heavy traffic and that results in a lot of squeezing through traffic at high speed for me in which I have to remain constantly alert else I might become part of the statistics. Now try imagining me saying all of that in just one breath.
During this morning's ride, I found myself thinking about how much time has actually flew. Going back to my JC for a runabout game of rugby made me realize how old I've gotten. One of the signs that initialized this realization was that one of my men, one who served with me in the army, was actually running one of the food stalls there. I said initialized because that was the beginning of many realizations. A long chat with my teacher there made me realize how much older everyone is getting. In the blink of an eye, he has already passed 40 although he doesn't look like he has aged one bit. A lot of our teachers are going to retire by the end of the year and my very own form teacher has actually already passed on. On top of that, friends or ex-schoolmates are either getting married or are already married. Some girls from my secondary school already have kids! Although my inital reaction would be to question their haste in doing so, that only leads back to me in questioning about the time that has passed.
A conversation with chubs left me speechless to know that it was actually more than 10 years ago since I was actually a secondary one student. And I though secondary school went by quickly! Time and again, I have to remind myself that I am already 25 and if I do make something out of myself now, I will forever be late. Then again, I have always considered myself a late bloomer.
So on this fateful morning, I wondered about what I have done with my life. Just about all the things that I have ever done before, I have always considered my 2 years in the army worth mentioning. Sliding down the mountains of Taiwan, trekking through the dense forest of Brunei and even having the chance to see the Northern Lights are some of the experience that can never be replaced by anything else no matter how good things get. Then again, no one experience can exactly replace the other.
I did a lot of things than I can or have ever mentioned in those 2 years. Most importantly, I did a lot of growing up. It is a pity that I am not able to continue on that path ever again. I genuinely loved what I did no matter how tough things got. I am always the first to volunteer for anything and if I don't, I get volunteered. I don't know if its because they hated me or they really trust me but whatever it is that needs to be done, I'll get choosen anyway. I am not exactly complaining about it because whatever it is that needs to be done, I'll rather do it myself than to watch others helplessly fail at it.
I suppose there are other things about my life that's worth mentioning about as well. Let's start from primary 1. I was in the Boy Scouts at the age of 7. My dad insisted that my brother and I joined because it'll help to build our character. I was actually excited to join but that excitement died down a year later when I was asked to join the school's brass band. So from the age of 8 to 9 years old, I managed to master the hornet, the trumpet as well as the trombone. Then I had to start all over again because switching schools meant that I spent lesser time travelling. To think that I went through all that "interviews" to becoming a prefect. Yes, as hard as it might sound, I was actually going to be a prefect. I guess my grades are decent enough. That and I was well like by everyone so the school plotted against me because they wanted people to hate me hence they decided to make me a prefect.
That opportunity did not come to me in the new school. Having to start afresh, first day of school was rather awkward and confusing. So much so that I joined the basketball team. Last I heard, the school's basketball team is actually doing quite well. But I soon got bored of that and somehow, out of sheer madness, I was made to join the school's volleyball team! This was after I asked to join the soccer team or the badminton team. The only reason why I wanted to was because they got to get out of class early whenever they had competitions- I really envied my friends who got to do that. But somehow, fact gets stranger than fiction. At first, I was made to join choir. Well, I guess at 10 years old, nobody really cares what a young boy wants or doesnt. Then, I joined the Harmonica erm...gang? Im not sure what they are called. Troupe? Band? Then the ultimate happened! I was made to join the malay dance troupe. That is the epitome of What The Fuck?! Well, I was the only other guy there surrounded by all the girls whom I thought were actually nice looking (not anymore since most are either fat, married or have kids by now).
So eventually, at 12 years old, I decided not to join anything and just have fun. That plus "koping" a lot of medals from the annual school sports meet. That habbit of mine went on until JC. Well, I guess I'll leave that as that for now. Shall document some more of my life soon. But there's only one thing that I have always wondered....why the hell are the girls my age married already? Isn't it too young or too early?
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