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nostalgia.....
is when i look back and remember the days when i was young n carefree....when the only major concern is whether my hair is presentable enuff to save me from social embarrassment...when i only had to worry whether my crush was absent from school..(n longed for him to look my way)..when i had to come up with valid n reasonable excuses on why i 'forgot' to bring n submit my homework on time when in actual fact it is still in my schoolbag,untouched...when i would actually throw a fit when the makcik selling nasi lemak telor goreng runs out of the telor goreng 3 minutes into recess....
those were nostalgic fragments of my memories as a teen-ager not so long ago....i wonder how it was for you..
it's only been 6 yrs since i was 17 n yet i am still a bit unsure of myself....of the life ive led n the life i plan to live n the kind of life i would actually be living in....i sometimes think n feel like when i was 17....sometimes even younger than that...i guess the child or teen-ager in u does not really abandon u as u get older every year....it's nice tho as it does keep me amused when i try to shun the harshness of 'now' away for a moment of tranquility.....hahah i am soo talking cock rite now...
n y do i keep spelling teenager as teen-ager? i dont really knw....i guess the kebudakkan in me made me spell it like that...or probably age and the actual situation are actually very detached as one presumes them to be otherwise...the way i see it, i may be 45 yrs old.....but im still entitled to be at any age i prefer to be when time permits...kan?
i digress,........can we make choices when life doesn't give u any options to choose from....mungkin saya tk nampak lagi kot...buta dgn perasaan kecewa....bingung kerana harapan yang menggunung...
saya ingin melulu seketika......this is for you...
Mi Angelita
i asked God for water, He gave me a river,
i asked God for light, He gave me the sun,
i asked God for an angel and He gave me you, uuuu dubbadubba doodooo
now come here n give me some sugar!!!!!
is when i look back and remember the days when i was young n carefree....when the only major concern is whether my hair is presentable enuff to save me from social embarrassment...when i only had to worry whether my crush was absent from school..(n longed for him to look my way)..when i had to come up with valid n reasonable excuses on why i 'forgot' to bring n submit my homework on time when in actual fact it is still in my schoolbag,untouched...when i would actually throw a fit when the makcik selling nasi lemak telor goreng runs out of the telor goreng 3 minutes into recess....
those were nostalgic fragments of my memories as a teen-ager not so long ago....i wonder how it was for you..
it's only been 6 yrs since i was 17 n yet i am still a bit unsure of myself....of the life ive led n the life i plan to live n the kind of life i would actually be living in....i sometimes think n feel like when i was 17....sometimes even younger than that...i guess the child or teen-ager in u does not really abandon u as u get older every year....it's nice tho as it does keep me amused when i try to shun the harshness of 'now' away for a moment of tranquility.....hahah i am soo talking cock rite now...
n y do i keep spelling teenager as teen-ager? i dont really knw....i guess the kebudakkan in me made me spell it like that...or probably age and the actual situation are actually very detached as one presumes them to be otherwise...the way i see it, i may be 45 yrs old.....but im still entitled to be at any age i prefer to be when time permits...kan?
i digress,........can we make choices when life doesn't give u any options to choose from....mungkin saya tk nampak lagi kot...buta dgn perasaan kecewa....bingung kerana harapan yang menggunung...
saya ingin melulu seketika......this is for you...
Mi Angelita
i asked God for water, He gave me a river,
i asked God for light, He gave me the sun,
i asked God for an angel and He gave me you, uuuu dubbadubba doodooo
now come here n give me some sugar!!!!!
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