No play, no games. A life nine to five, else, more if required. I found another white shiny follicle sprouted upon the black ones today. #_# I haven't even turn 24, this is so unorthodox!!! Maybe i should not complain, i feel much more comfortable than many other engineers out there. I should be thankful, but no thanks to the white hair. I hope i missed, and hope that it's the previous one that's known to be sticking out to show 'intelligence'.

Today i shall prevail my thinking pads to only work efficiently at necessary times, not all the time.. But i can't help it!!! I like to think and think and dig thoughts, and sometimes, prolly, ponders too much too unhealthily. haha.

Maybe white sprouts are signs of growing up. And so are: transmuting from one gang happy bus rides to lonesome taxi rendezvous, from laugh and lunch to searching for the best food in town in that puny 1 hour that you have, getting from hiphop in the clubs to classical indulgement at the esplanade, yumchaz switched from 3am to 10pm and so on, so forth. Relationships getting bored, from play and fun to sophisticated dining at exclusive restaurants. Dates become lesser but each are more serious. Certainties became uncertain, sometimes, weekends felt longer than weekdays... Cooking taste better than food outside, ChannelNewsAsia seems much more interesting than Memoirs of Geisha playing at TV5. I think more than I sleep, I work more than I play, I worry more than I care. No it's not stress. It's just the transition of life.

Moving on seems pretty fast. Decisions are quick and mUst be right. Processors run to chase up to the latest technology. Sex is no longer a myth, boys are just guys. Pretense is strong, first impression paints the permanent picture, everything necessary is necessary, unnecessary is just insignificant and to be forgotten in a mili second. As if this huge world twirled so quick, before you knew it, it's another year, another decade, people start getting married, have kids and retire. Birthday celebrations are just protocols, a dine out is just a need to catch up with old friends. Too many uncountable problems surge, and people just don't talk about it anymore. I float and people don't understand why. Put up a charade, wear a mask, purse your lips and you are the drama queen. Truth to be entwined, hell to rule and the dark side reigns. Difficult became easy, good is bad, bad is good, all equals.

Where have you been, fun?

Yah. I have it, kept safely ^_^. What about yours?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Adulthood

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