You had probably heard this a million times, but it is the New Year. What’s so special about this post you might ask? Well, nothing. I’m just here to share the thoughts that had filled my head on that day.
But first of all, I had a reasonably good celebration. We were invited for a barbeque on a family friend’s rooftop. There were quite a lot of delicious Malaysian cuisine served up there in the cold, but I only made stomach for Bihun Noodles (which really is a thin type of noodle, cooked and signed perfectly Asian). I had a few good chats there, but what I was really looking forward to was the sleepover at my friend’s. Mind, I haven’t had a friend’s sleepover in a few months and this might be one of the last I’ll ever have in this country. After some inner drama of being an hour late to cater for my mum’s gossip sessions, we did indeed have a great time. There were no fireworks, so we went out of the veranda and made a series of shouts. We were at the top of the mountain, thus the echoes filled the lonesome street – we did get a few replies. Then, we retire ourselves to the guitar, some stories, and then ultimately a co-op game from uncharted 3. All of that took us till half past 5 in the morning. We never really won any map.
You could imagine us in the morning. We were the restless undead resurrected from our graves, and oh I kept on stealing some time to sleep. I slept when her brother was on Skyrim. I slept while writing a text to my dad. I even slept a bit through the epic build up in the courtroom scene from To Kill a Mockingbird film – which I was really looking forward to seeing a month back. But while I subconsciously (and cheekily) added dreams about last night’s co-op game system to the real time, I thought the day felt like back in the days when I was a small kid in Malaysia.
I always watched my brothers play games and television, and slept through a bit. We always got up and get hyped about a game or lunch - just about anything that would tweak our day, and went about it for awhie before leaning back on routine again. Then there's always this hazy heat from the afternoon sun throughout to battle ...Back in the good old lazy days.
So what is my point really?
Really, how long I’ve been spending my years looking for a perfect day that is reminiscent to my past? I’m blessed with a lot of fortune since the day I left my little hometown, and yet I've never really accepted it as my lifestyle – my mind and soul was anchored to the past. It’s like riding an extremely haunting roller coaster ride with your mind still worrying about all those glorious food you had in the restaurant just before. It makes me sad to realise that I’ve not made the fullest of my time here. Something does tell me it will hit me like a pan to the head.
This is my new year’s resolution: Confronting an episode of growing out of adolescence. You shouldn’t really beat your brains out to what it will all resolve to in the end – that a thought won’t change anything. But perspective does change nothing to wondrous results. Just sit tight and enjoy the ride.
Part 2: A friend once told me. So what connects us to our own past? The atoms in our body change, people around us change, our bones grew to different lengths, the place might as well be ripped apart if not now then soon. What proves that we're the same person as we were 5 years back, apart from the memory that connects us?
But first of all, I had a reasonably good celebration. We were invited for a barbeque on a family friend’s rooftop. There were quite a lot of delicious Malaysian cuisine served up there in the cold, but I only made stomach for Bihun Noodles (which really is a thin type of noodle, cooked and signed perfectly Asian). I had a few good chats there, but what I was really looking forward to was the sleepover at my friend’s. Mind, I haven’t had a friend’s sleepover in a few months and this might be one of the last I’ll ever have in this country. After some inner drama of being an hour late to cater for my mum’s gossip sessions, we did indeed have a great time. There were no fireworks, so we went out of the veranda and made a series of shouts. We were at the top of the mountain, thus the echoes filled the lonesome street – we did get a few replies. Then, we retire ourselves to the guitar, some stories, and then ultimately a co-op game from uncharted 3. All of that took us till half past 5 in the morning. We never really won any map.
You could imagine us in the morning. We were the restless undead resurrected from our graves, and oh I kept on stealing some time to sleep. I slept when her brother was on Skyrim. I slept while writing a text to my dad. I even slept a bit through the epic build up in the courtroom scene from To Kill a Mockingbird film – which I was really looking forward to seeing a month back. But while I subconsciously (and cheekily) added dreams about last night’s co-op game system to the real time, I thought the day felt like back in the days when I was a small kid in Malaysia.
I always watched my brothers play games and television, and slept through a bit. We always got up and get hyped about a game or lunch - just about anything that would tweak our day, and went about it for awhie before leaning back on routine again. Then there's always this hazy heat from the afternoon sun throughout to battle ...Back in the good old lazy days.
So what is my point really?
Really, how long I’ve been spending my years looking for a perfect day that is reminiscent to my past? I’m blessed with a lot of fortune since the day I left my little hometown, and yet I've never really accepted it as my lifestyle – my mind and soul was anchored to the past. It’s like riding an extremely haunting roller coaster ride with your mind still worrying about all those glorious food you had in the restaurant just before. It makes me sad to realise that I’ve not made the fullest of my time here. Something does tell me it will hit me like a pan to the head.
This is my new year’s resolution: Confronting an episode of growing out of adolescence. You shouldn’t really beat your brains out to what it will all resolve to in the end – that a thought won’t change anything. But perspective does change nothing to wondrous results. Just sit tight and enjoy the ride.
Part 2: A friend once told me. So what connects us to our own past? The atoms in our body change, people around us change, our bones grew to different lengths, the place might as well be ripped apart if not now then soon. What proves that we're the same person as we were 5 years back, apart from the memory that connects us?
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