Wednesday, March 08, 2006
too old too fast
i realise i've been rather self-absorbed lately. wake, work, study, bum, sleep. rinse and repeat. save on days where i have tutorials, and excepting the hall people (and other strange people who study late at night in lawfac), i realise i haven't seen a lot of people these past few weeks ever since the break.msn? sure, i see and chat with countless people daily while multitasking. but there's just no real substitute for a nice chat with a good friend over a drink. for one thing, at least your attention's focused on one person rather than split among ten. (well, maybe split among two if you count the cute girl sitting across over there...)
the point of this? the world's passing me by, and i don't ever stop to appreciate it anymore. at work, i chat with people twice my age, and the next youngest person (not counting the temps) would be about ten years my senior. in school, i've been presenting formal arguments for moots (okay, maybe not so formal, but still). and essentially, i feel like just taking a step back, and stop to smell the roses. as childish as it might sound, i don't feel like growing up just yet.
it might be leftover vibes from my dive trip, it might be natural inertia and aversion to schoolwork and essays, but i have this sudden urge to hop on a yacht and travel around the world and forget to bring my handphone and laptop along. we're only young once. so why're we spending it poring over notes and cases and judgments and spending our days (and nights) in the library when the sun is shining and the skies are clear? (well, it's for our future i know. BUT. there's a limit and a line to be drawn somewhere) life's beckoning, and we're simply too worn out to respond.
you can all ignore this post. it's pure rant rant rant. kinda fun. especially when the alternative is writing a criminal essay on a ridiculous hypo, or preparing your next argument for mooting. but sometimes, i really do miss living for the heck of it. nary a care in the world. no plans, purely living for the moment, full of dreams and ideals, and foolish enough to actually believe in them. so the question as always: does the real world have room for dreamers?
current song: champagne supernova
"wake up the dawn and ask her why
a dreamer dreams, she never dies
wipe that tear away now from your eye..."
postscript: bloody melancholic post. i do apologise.
wen was dreaming at 1:28 AM