Of Altodynamics And Cakes

"Supernova, baby. Me. 5 years from now." -The Suffsayer

When the clock struck 12 on the 24th of July, 12 winced in pain and pondered on assault charges. I, too, winced in pain, 10000 feet above where most clocks are situated (i.e., the ground). In 3 hours, I would have clocked a grand total of 166440 hours on this Earth. In 3 hours, I take that final stride in the teenage leg of the odyssey that is my life.

I winced in pain for several reasons. None of them include the distinct feeling of ageing, though. I wince in pain mainly due to the fact that, I'm already into my last year as a teenager, numerically and technically speaking, and very rarely have I felt like I led a very normal teenage life. Too often have I deviated from the path that had already been laid out for me, like Harold and Kumar on their way to White Castle, or Liverpool, in their bid to win the Premier League.

I am different, and here, 10000 feet above everyone else and 2000 miles from home, that issue emerges from the back alleys of my cerebrum.

My extreme uniqueness I will not touch upon here; those I cannot help but live with. It's the little things which other teenagers have that I don't that had made me wince. I've never had a serious, steady relationship. I couldn't make up for it by being extremely geeky and lap up other people's money through scholarships. I didn't own a handphone until early this year. My fashion sense is sensed by few.

I would live my life no differently, except maybe quell the emptiness inside with someone I can hold and love. If I can afford to share my life with another person.

So although I am surrounded by fellow NS dudes, I feel very alone as I turn 19 on a plane bound for Taiwan. Like love and home are 2000 miles away from me.