GROWING UP (I)

When I started this blog, I did with the mind of writing all ramblings and musings that had to do with my plus-size issues - Life as a fat girl. But I was tagged in the what's in your bag post and I enjoyed carrying out the activity, though I have another blog www.reachdy.wordpress.com but I kinda love blogging with blogger.com than wordpress. Ermmm, so I'm going to be writing # 3 growing up series...far from my intents...just please be patient and read through my ramblings

GROWING UP
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days when I was three or four years old and the kind of hair to make for my barbie doll was my biggest challenge...*cute face*


Recently, I have been sitting and doing- nothing a lot, ..I mean all I just do is just remember, go down memory lane and just remember...I remember when I look forward to my birthdays in primary school, because it meant me wearing mufti to school and having plenty friends flock around me, I remember when my worries were few, I remember when break times(recess) seemed too short for my ten-ten and suwe games, I remember when I could be active the whole day and not get tired- you know from classes to PE (Physical Education) time, to break time (recess), to after-school lessons, and I still had strength enough to play ten-ten when I get home, I remember when friendships were intact and there was no bad issues to break friendships forever (no busy days, mad traffics, man issues between friends), I remember when happiness was what I felt all day, I remember when bad things didn't happen, I remember when there were no tears- the only thing that brought tears to my eyes were grazed knees caused by too much play on the field. I remember when fun went on forever and there was never an issue of broken heart. I remember when getting high only meant swinging high on the play ground, I remember when dad used to be my only hero, I remember when the only race issues I know of is what happens on the track field during inter-house sports. I remember when wars used to be just game fights and toy- gun fights, I remember when life was simple and there no cares. I remember also wanting to grow up, wanting to be an adult...sigh


Little did I know that adulthood meant responsibility, seriously adulthood is overrated, adulthood is responsibility and responsibility does suck(that's the little girl in me talking). Adults have to be at places, earn a living, pay rents...Hello! talk about responsibility, all this kinda makes cookies and bikes really cool, right? The worst thing about growing up is when you screw up and let it all slip through your hands, like I did screw up few times in the past month. I mean I remember when screw ups just meant you didn't do your school assignment and mum is mad at you. Unfortunately, when you are pass the age of playing in the sand, responsibilities just doesn't go nowhere. You either face it or  face the consequences...although adulthood has its perks still...I mean the shoes you get to buy, no parents telling you what to do,the fact that you can go out and get back in when you want, you can have a great sex life, decide not to clean up your room... etc. That's pretty cool right?


A couple of years after, pot isn't just a kitchen utensil, relationships ain't just the mum and dad game we play, relationships are huge, your siblings and few friends are about the only people you can trust, race issues and war are common bloody stuffs, not the fun I used to think it was. Hmmnn....

Am sitting here (at work) and stilling remembering and wishing that I was a child again, because those broken knees are way easier to mend than my broken dreams or broken heart.