Suncreen

I remember this "thing" sometime back during my freshman year in college. It was Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody Wears Sunscreen". This is one of my favourite songs. The thing I like about it is that I can relate to this song. I mean, after 10 years since last I heard it, I can relate a lot to some of the lines. Here I'll show you:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... 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 more reliable than my

own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will

not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have 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 blindside 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 nowhere 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 are 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 for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in 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're 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 fishing 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.