There are some things I find hard to come in terms with. I can believe I am already
17 yrs old. That day I was chatting to aunty and we were talking about some happenings that happen so long ago..
Aunty: “You heard about the [wadever, cant rmb] ?”
Me: “Yah. Happen around when I was born.
About 17 yrs ago.”And that struck me, 17 yrs ago. That’s how far I am from the day I was born. 17 years. It sounds so freaky and suddenly I feel so nolstalgic. 17 yrs ago, I was still in sleeping peacefully in the arms of my mummy n daddy.
And now that I am 17, that can never happen again.
I can no longer curl up in my
mummy’s n daddy’s embrace and sleep so securely because I know no matter what happens they would protect me from any harm.
I miss the childhood days whereby we only have
colourings as homework. I miss playing
Whats-the-time-now-mr-wolf,
aeiou-bangali-love u, lao ying chua xiao ji, ice-and-water, catching, coloured-crocodiles,
pepsi-cola-123. I miss running all over the void deck with my childhood friends.
Now it sounds pretty ridiculous to play this kind of game. Prob cuz of our
higher intellectual level. even if we do play those games now,
the feel wont be the same anymore. We would not be playing it because of the fun but because we want to win.
That’s human nature I guess, when we become
more educated, things tends to get more complex. Of course people always say,
it’s the process that matters the most, not the outcome.
But
deep within us, is that always the case? If we study hard, we expected good results. And when we don’t get it, we will get so depressed.
Nobody’s going to say, its ok. the results doesn’t matter, what matters most is that I worked hard. I mean, its true that working hard matters a lot but its going to be a
70%-30% thing, with the percentage higher on the result part.
Then I miss the
primary school days whereby there’s a lot of puppy loves. Ron. I will rmb him always though our relationship’s so unusual. Also the sweetest n most sincere guy I have ever met.
I even miss the days whereby mi and my frds write letters to each other, hate letters, friendship letters. And the gazillions of autograph books that we wrote for each other, ranking all our friends in the
friendship corner.
Then the
secondary life,
also [nt almost. typo -.-] the
best part of my life, where I meet all the most amazing people that made such a huge impact in my life and will continue doing so.
17 years is such a long time. It scary that there is
so much things to reminisce upon. And soon, I would be in the working society, get into a marriage and if I were to give birth n hav kids, the cycles starts again. But this time its wont happen to me anymore, but to my child.
All of a sudden, I want to go into a time machine and go back to 19 March 1990 when I first greet the world with a loud cry.
{ 5/05/2007 }
