Do You Remember?

What you wrote when you were a wee schoolgirl with uniform yang belt always either tercabut bucklenya or hilang altogether? Or when your pigtail, all nice and tight and shiny during the morning (or early afternoon) then by noon (or evening), jadi seperti orang gila di Chowkit menggerbang or the getah loose dekat leher? And your socks, dear god, how did it roll so tight around your ankles like that?

Let's not talk about your earlier pristine white blouse hehe.

Well do you remember those days then?

Remember we had those forms that we had to fill in - and they'd ask us what we want to be when we grow up? Do we want to be a doctor or a lawyer or a lecturer or a teacher or apa-apa lah. Standard answers during my time would've been: doctos, lawyer, police, teacher, lecturer, engineer, accountant and I believe the occasional architect.

I said I wanted to be a marine biologist and erm, I can't remember. No, I didn't know what a marine biologist job entails. I knew I like water and I've been to Seaworld and that was awesome.

And remember you had these little snippets in newsletters or annual magazine or essays or whatever where you'd have to write "What would you be 20 years from now?". I was 12 if I was not mistaken. Twenty years was so so so long still. I wrote that I am likely to be successful in my career (ecewah) - a Manager I believed I said, owns a house, with a husband and 3 kids. Or was it 4?

Come 20 years (take and plus a number of years :P), all I have to my name is a bloody painful pimple tepi hidung gua.

Sakit, sial.