I turned 29 in early March. And I am now years away from the time when I see myself as that
of a fresh-faced 17 year old, somewhat cynical but ready to take the world on her
own big stride. Suffice to say, in between those twelve years I have wrestled
and grappled with the cards that life has thrown at my face. There had been
times I have emerged victorious which are far and few in between. Lesson that I
didn’t learn while I was in ST* : You never get what you want. You may think you have gotten it, but the packaging
looks better than what is in the inside.
There are moments which I
forgot to capture by heart, pictures I forgot to single out, love ones I forgot to write
to, phone numbers I forgot to ask for. I remember vividly my life in high
school. Running around in my white and blue uniform, juggling 9 unrelated
subjects which to me was the greatest burden alive ( I still think it is) and
my uni life in Sydney..
But most of all, our duo evening drives right now allows me to think about things I forgot if I
ever try given a serious thought about them. Those things I don’t want to let go which keep
swimming in my mind of past dreams, gone by inspirations, elapsed ambitions, my
innocence lost, and a brutal and savage occurrence which I dread to reel back .
We stopped at a traffic
light near a school. A group of primary students are lined up in the school
field, looking restless as they listen to the headmaster droning on and on
endlessly. I smile to myself. They are all images playing tricks in my mind on
a late Sunday evening…
He: you ok?
Me: Yes. Thank you.
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