Today I drove to work for the first time since I started. Suami was still in JB and it would've taken too much effort to find alternative ways to get myself to the LRT station. So I drove.
Traffic was not so bad for a Monday morning. Last week was even better because of the school holidays, but yeah..its not last week today isn't it?
The thing I miss the most was listening to the morning radio show while driving to work. And listened I did. Found out a few days ago that Lil'Kev was back on air with Red.fm together with JJ for the morning show. So I got to listen in. They were talking about the pranks they used to pull and how they don't do pranks anymore coz it just gets them into trouble. Glad these guys are not on the prank call bandwagon..I hate those prank calls the radio people do.
One point to note, I love the songs these guys choose to air..old school stuffs. But one song or rather speech they aired in particular was 'Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen) by Baz Lurhmann. A song with a speech that I'm gonna share here and let it speak for itself..a good reminder..
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99,
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my
advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this
advice....now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind, you won't
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look
back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay
before you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in
doing this, tell me how).
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your
life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the
most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them
when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children,
maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding
anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate
yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it
or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold
on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the
people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust
fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply
it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
On that note, I just bought myself a new book (realized that Times Bookstore accepts the book vouchers :P) Dear Me, more letters to my 16 year old self) Haven't read it yet so I can't review it.
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| Dear Me. More Letters To My 16 year old Self |
Apparently, this is the 2nd version. The first version seems to have more big names. Will hunt for it soon.
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| Dear Me. Letters To My 16 year old Self |
Seem to get attracted to 'advices' from the future for the past..maybe I'm reflecting on my 'colorful' past..many things that I would've done differently. Maybe I should write my own Dear Me letter and pass them on to my daughters..
Happy Monday guys!
