When we were young, we all were naive and had to be agreed upon everything that was been put before us. Regardless harsh words, misdeeds, foul decisions, we were designed to say 'yes'.
I still remember the earlier times when I was just a little girl, who were too scared to cry even when I was in the deepest sorrows. Tears are meant for losers, thats what I've been told. During Raya Festival, any colors picked by mom were all beautiful, even if I looked far brighter than the traffic lights, my 'baju kurung' had the biggest flowers a person can ever wear,I've never had the slightest shame to pose for family portrait.
As we grow older, we are getting bolder and wiser to define everything. So much like compliments, we take critiques and comments as threats. Just now, I was called stupid for mistakenly or purposely missed the right sequence of making a meal. I almost ruined the cook, and for that I was immediately tagged stupid. Reality, I don't like cooking, and I've never thought one is stupid if one doesn't practice things that one doesn't favor of doing. Sad!
So here I am now, writing on the blog, mashing the just-now scene into words. Sad. (T.T)
Till happiness revisit my world,
2 comments:
come join me bashing the cockroaches lah.haha.this by far is the most coolest part-time job ever..
heee bashing cockroaches is too easy laaah. not adventurous ma!
hahaha
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