Tyan turns Twenty-something!

Posted by tyan (Singapore, Singapore) on 16 July 2009 in People & Portrait.

Twenty-something by Jamie Cullum

After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.

Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.

Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.

Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more. Ooooh

Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.

doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah

I’m a twenty something.
Let me lie in, Leave me alone.
I’m a twenty something.

doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah

By Jamie Cullum
If you are interested,you can listen to the song here

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I guess that's what a typical 20-sth person is like, 'I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key, I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.' Sadly this is last year i can safely tell people i belong to the 20-sth-gang, without rubbing in the fact that i am long past the eligible age to take part in pageants(most) and little kids out in the streets call me Auntie when they want me to donate money.

On a more serious note,i did some reflection on my twenty-sth-ieth year. To date, this is my third year at home with the kids. I must have spent the first year trying to adjust to life as a stay-home-life. Went through the lows (the low self-esteem, the uncertainty of future, loss of financial independence, career advancement..), the highs (being the centre of universe of two young hearts, being in the position to teach them right from wrong, values, bonding with them..). I used to shun filling up forms that required me to write down my occupation, people who ask me what i do, their dropped jaws when they hear a 20-sth-who would give up all the good things out there to stay at home, conversations that stopped abruptly when i say i am a housewife, and the generalisation that housewives are really free, have nothing to do all day.

Let me read something from a book i have been reading:

'This week you have the opportunity to get on the floor and build block towers. This is the season when you are invited to read, to play and to imagine! Your lap is the favouritest place to be. Your smile is more valuable than money. Your words mean more than those on the television, in a magazine, or in a classroom. Savour the moments of this season that will never come around again.

For life is short, the years rush past.
A little boy grows up fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no more games to play.
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear--
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you ask me to-Anonymous

I am slowly but surely coming to accept the season i am in--the season of mothering--and i am not going to waste it pining for the pasture at the other side, but just enjoying and relishing every moment i have with the children now, because they come and go, and will never return again.