11 September 2006 Monday | 22:41 | One more candle
Received Leo’s SMS this afternoon:
“… … I heard you’re looking for a printer. What kind?”
It took me zero point five seconds to realise that he had either volunteered or had been arrowed by the group to get me a birthday present.
But it took me another SMS from Justin (planning for dinner this Friday) to realise I turn one year older in seven days! Phui!
Make that TWENTY SEVEN PHUIs!
I remember not so long ago… When I was clubbing like there was no tomorrow… I vividly remember looking over my shoulders and glancing around while Alphaville’s Forever Young blasted in the background…
“Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we’re only watching the skiesForever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever…”
I wasn’t 21 yet. And I thought I would do anything to keep everything the way it was. To smile at the tiniest things; to have the vigour to do anything; to be young forever and forever.
I remember not so long ago… That I regarded 27 to be a rather big number.
27! An “adult” for six years already!
27! Can do anything and everything you like!
27! Have to answer for anything and everything you do!
27! Three years to the big Three!
I don’t know how to phrase this exactly… While I was younger, I just thought “late twenties” sounded really distant, that people in their “late twenties” were probably clear about what they wanted, and would have achieved much of their goals. And I seriously thought, as people grew older, they would lost some of that childish humour and behave like adults who sit and stand with a straight back and talk with a stiff upper lip. In short, I thought people lose the Fun! factor as they grow up. Or grow old, whichever you prefer.
Nearing 27, Cruz Teng still purposely turn off the toilet lights when he knows someone is peeing…
Nearing 27, Cruz Teng still stand behind walls and shouts BOO! when someone passes by…
Nearing 27, Cruz Teng still doesn’t drink as much milk as he should, even though he knows that osteoporosis might come calling sooner than he expects…
Nearing 27, Cruz Teng is still short of a few Cs.
Car- yes;
Card- In every colour possible.
Cash- a bit lah
Career- sort of lah.
Condo- boh leh
Nearing 27, Cruz Teng pauses to think of the correct answer when people ask for his age. “25. Eh..no ah… Lemme think. Oh I’ll be 27 this year.” Cruz Teng can’t blame people when they throw him a dirty look- where got people think so long one?
Perhaps I’m refusing to grow up.
Perhaps I’m afraid of growing up and then grow old.
Or maybe, I had this wrong impression all the time.
People who don’t shout BOO! at 17, wouldn’t do so at 27. And people who do such things at 17, wouldn’t stop by the time at 27.
Yes, age is only a number.
So, I’m 22.
Fullstop.
=P
