I so badly want to turn back time. Back to when I was a kid. The time where I did not have much RESPONSIBILITIES at all. All I pretty much do is go to school in the mornings. Have naps in the afternoons, after lunch. I would have watch tv instead, but there was no such thing as ASTRO. So even if i were to watch tv, there is only Buletin 1.30 (Malaysian News) or Smart Shop. Boring shows!. At the age of 10-14, reporting to me the sins of the world and trying to sell me 'lose-weight-equipments' and funky cooking ware stuff really is the least of my interest nor concern. So i'll just have my afternoon naps. Around 3.30pm I would be awakened by the ice-cream man's music on his bike. PADDLE POP!PADDLE POP!SUPER DUPER YUMMY....
I love evenings. I never missed a day without cycling my bicycle all around BDC (the area i'm staying). I had a lot of friends when I was a kid. But with or without them, it didn't really matter to me. As long there was my bike and my rollerblades( i wear my rollerblades while riding on my bike, dangerous, I know, but it was a habit). A bad day for me 'then', was when it rained. Because that meant i could not go cycling as I easily fall sick when im exposed to the rain.:(. Staying indoors definately was dreadful. I always ended up rollerblading in my house causing wheel marks all over the floor.HEHE. The rollerblade was my SHOE. I could go up n down the stairs on it without falling. I even wore it in Everise, when my Mom made me go do some shopping with her. Its kinda fun blading in the shopping aisle, you gotta love rollerblading on smooth surfaces. Hehe..Lucky I wasnt thrown out, since my mom was there.
When I was a lot more younger, the world seemed wider and every moment seemed like an adventure. I remembered being angry at my whole family at one point. You see, I loved to play in drains to catch tadpoles (baby frogs). One day I caught a bagful of tadpole from a drain at the playground nearby my house. So I caught them using a plastic bag (ya, the plastik sayur) and brought them home and put them in a bucket near my garden. Everytime I came home from school I would look at them and feel so bloody proud, just because I caught them myself and that they were MINE. Boy, did i look so smug, then. But one day, I came back and they were gone. My 'berudu' was gone. I was so angry, I shouted at everyone at home, thinking that some must have thrown them away or stolen it. I was heartbroken. I refused to talk to anyone at home. I took my bike and just rode off. When I got back, I kept quiet the whole time. Before bed time, my dad told me that no one stole my 'berudu',that it just grew legs, became frogs and jumped out of the bucket and went away. I just kept quiet and stormed in my room. Then I silently giggled and laughed the whole night. Thinking how stupid I have behaved, how funny that my tadpoles grew, because when you are are kid most of the things just don't make sense.HaHa.:)
