The One About Childhood. In office again, my turn dis saturday. Have tonnes of unfinished work, which r supposed to be urgent, but den again, which r not?

I m going to sulk on Monday again, bcoz i have so much work that i should have done but did not. And then i will promise myself to sleep earlier everynite so i can cut down on the caffeine & feel fresher in the day (& hopefully find more energy to work) but it will oso not happen.

And the same cycle will go on & on & on. Coz it has oredi went on & on for the last....coming to 1 yr.

*Shit!*

So fast.

I wonder how come as i grow older i bcome less & less happening....-_-

I remember i was hardly at home when i was a kid. I ran about on corridors, sneering my neighbors who would look at me behind their locked gates in envy. I loitered at void decks, checking out funny-looking long stalks of grass to chew on, in the hope of emulating those stylo milo sword warriors in the then SBC Channel 8 drama serials, from when i found out dat raw grass r not fit for human consumption coz dey r sibei bitter. I was also puzzled y cows, goats & horses find grass delicious.

I monkeyed about at playgrounds, chatting the other kids up & played catching with them. I challenged & was challenged to badminton at the neighbourhood's outdoor badminton court. I can play until i 4get to eat.

I will oni creep home when the nite comes.

Somehow, Empress Dowager didnt seem as worried about my safety when i was young. Hmmm. I wonder y.

Unlike the other gurls, my Barbie only had 1 set of clothing. I did not have the money to buy her new & those glittery clothes so i would hang around Oriental (now S11) at JE Central & admire the countless stocks of Barbies & Polly-Pockets for hours, wishing my parents would one day buy everything for me.

I secretly felt inferior to my neighbour whose mother sew new clothes for her Barbie. Her Barbie oso had a Ken. My Barbie only had me. After a failed attempt to get new clothes for my Barbie from Empress Dowager, i never said a word about it again.

In fact, even as a kid, i dun remember asking for any luxurious toys from my parents ever since. Even my Barbie was a not a gift from my parents. I bought my 1st Polly-Pocket with my own savings at Primary 2. And a Polly-Pocket necklace subsequently with my own money too.

Probably that is y i dun beg for things now. Too much pride, too little faith. I found my own independence when i was 8, i will find it again soon.

I wan Polly-Pocket magnified. I wan my own apartment.  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:50:00 AM