That is actually the title of a new release by OneRepublic, a positive-mood-trigger song that I find calming even at some of the lower points in everyday routines.
Ever since it tops my favourite list, the song keeps popping into my mind like an Ipod on loop mode, and then hangs around it maybe a little too long - In the car when I make the daily travel back and forth the 90 miles Greater KL roads to office. In the toilet when I hum the rhythm between the toothbrush and my teeth. That instant moment when I am half awake, trying to figure out what day it is. More or less like how it would be when you put a girl on top of your mind; as wide a smile, maybe less dreamy, but highly addictive.
Perhaps I enjoy the lyrics as much as the tune, a perfect lines of words that somehow befit the current situation I am in, and which I keep telling myself couldn't have come out at a better time - Very soon, I may just 'wake up in London yesterday' :)
My mind once went adrift to the quickness of this whole thing, the quickness as if time warp has actually taken place. How did it go so fast? I can vividly remember the day I first managed to read an entire sentence of a book. I was in the bedroom, book on the floor, me on my fours, over the book and casting a shadow on it. I made it first before my twin followed through. Since then, we outsmarted each other, never openly challenging, but silently privy at the performance of the other half.
I was a late-bloomer. It took a long three school years before I manage to get commendable exam grades and make it to the performing marks in class - and in the meanwhile, ample of parental worries and frustrations. In the first year when I produced my result, I didn't quite understand why my parents frowned and became upset. In the second year, I heard her cry behind closed bedroom door. And when I finished my third, she wailed a painful, frustrated wail, the kind that stings right into your young chest, the one that trembles your heart, the one that actually ignites your young, white-cloth brain into asking the whys and the hows to yourself, seeking the answers from within instead of the usual queries from your ever all-knowing parents.
The kind that matures you.
I am now pretty sure that was also the precise moment I found clarity in the meaning of responsibility unto self.
When I eventually took the pace and caught up, I remember the excitement of being on track. On track with how the society at large expects out of their children. That we would excel in our studies, taking extra classes and then balance it out with some good outdoor activities. Learn some life's lesson from the people we interact with around us, be it the kids in the neighbourhood, or the adults who's taking care of them. But most importantly, to grow up using the time-tested method of reaching the gate of the ivory tower, that grand institution which was so symbolical to a secured future, a door that would open up great many opportunities for prosperity. And even then, to pursue further, becoming one of the very few 'certified' intellectuals in the world.
With the days to further education looming just right ahead, I welcome the break from the working world, the 'real' world I had been for a good six years... and back into being 'on track', into tasting the joy of chasing the old, childhood dream, and into the world where examination is the biggest cause of worries, assignment deadlines are the weekly irritations, and punch card is nonexistent.
A world where one thing deemed scarce in the working world, time - for self, for friends, and for knowledge - is abundant.
This has gotta be a good life.
Ever since it tops my favourite list, the song keeps popping into my mind like an Ipod on loop mode, and then hangs around it maybe a little too long - In the car when I make the daily travel back and forth the 90 miles Greater KL roads to office. In the toilet when I hum the rhythm between the toothbrush and my teeth. That instant moment when I am half awake, trying to figure out what day it is. More or less like how it would be when you put a girl on top of your mind; as wide a smile, maybe less dreamy, but highly addictive.
Perhaps I enjoy the lyrics as much as the tune, a perfect lines of words that somehow befit the current situation I am in, and which I keep telling myself couldn't have come out at a better time - Very soon, I may just 'wake up in London yesterday' :)
My mind once went adrift to the quickness of this whole thing, the quickness as if time warp has actually taken place. How did it go so fast? I can vividly remember the day I first managed to read an entire sentence of a book. I was in the bedroom, book on the floor, me on my fours, over the book and casting a shadow on it. I made it first before my twin followed through. Since then, we outsmarted each other, never openly challenging, but silently privy at the performance of the other half.
I was a late-bloomer. It took a long three school years before I manage to get commendable exam grades and make it to the performing marks in class - and in the meanwhile, ample of parental worries and frustrations. In the first year when I produced my result, I didn't quite understand why my parents frowned and became upset. In the second year, I heard her cry behind closed bedroom door. And when I finished my third, she wailed a painful, frustrated wail, the kind that stings right into your young chest, the one that trembles your heart, the one that actually ignites your young, white-cloth brain into asking the whys and the hows to yourself, seeking the answers from within instead of the usual queries from your ever all-knowing parents.
The kind that matures you.
I am now pretty sure that was also the precise moment I found clarity in the meaning of responsibility unto self.
When I eventually took the pace and caught up, I remember the excitement of being on track. On track with how the society at large expects out of their children. That we would excel in our studies, taking extra classes and then balance it out with some good outdoor activities. Learn some life's lesson from the people we interact with around us, be it the kids in the neighbourhood, or the adults who's taking care of them. But most importantly, to grow up using the time-tested method of reaching the gate of the ivory tower, that grand institution which was so symbolical to a secured future, a door that would open up great many opportunities for prosperity. And even then, to pursue further, becoming one of the very few 'certified' intellectuals in the world.
With the days to further education looming just right ahead, I welcome the break from the working world, the 'real' world I had been for a good six years... and back into being 'on track', into tasting the joy of chasing the old, childhood dream, and into the world where examination is the biggest cause of worries, assignment deadlines are the weekly irritations, and punch card is nonexistent.
A world where one thing deemed scarce in the working world, time - for self, for friends, and for knowledge - is abundant.
This has gotta be a good life.
