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Thursday, February 24, 2011
A little try - Fitting into my shoes
Was looking at the pile of books which were collecting such a thick layer of dust - I could practically stuff two or more stuffed toy-bunnies out of it.
As a child, I didn't like reading. Not at all. However, my elder sister is the direct opposite. I think by the time she hit 9, she may have read the whole Enid Blyton Book Series.
Damn, was I jealous of her because she was the apple of EVERYONES' eye. So I copied her and started reading. From the moment I read the first short story, I was never caught without a reading a book (even in class and teachers have confiscated so many books from me that they have enough to open a library). And, a little fun fact. I bet you would never imagine me being labelled a "Bookworm" (yea, thanks to Warrick and Disney).
Side note: I amazed myself by being able to remember incidents and people in Childhood times, Primary School's period and Secondary School's life. But I can never recall the last thing that I did or what have I done yesterday, ecetera...
Back to the entry. Anyway, fast forward a few years later and I realized, somewhere along the line, I lost my love for reading and writing. What took over was a cold-heart with only success as an option. So, while I am idling around, I made a drastic decision to OPEN that pencil case - which was buried for ages, under layers and layers of grey, and attempted to write a piece of composition. Na bey, pen was all dried up. I have like 5 million and one pens in that gigantic pink pencil case and NOT A FREAKING PEN WAS WORKING!
But, like they say, "If there's a will, there's a way". Don't ask me how I did it, but I drilled a few pens back into working condition. As I drafted out all my random thoughts (I did it when my brain cells were the most active - which is when I am dead tired and want/need a sleep), one of the pens started to cough out its' last bit of ink and SPILLED ALL OVER MY NIGHTIE.
I was staring at it with so much force that my brow muscles ached. Die, more wrinkles now.
Told myself to get a grip. Control your own temper, for the lack of discipline could result in unwanted consequences.
Before I knew it, I was swearing at the person who said that famous quote (I thought I remembered reading it from Readers' Digest Magazine) and tugging at my hair, red with fury.
Today is a super sway day for me. In order to protect myself from accidents, examples like crossing the road and got knocked down by oncoming/reversing cars; or things like choking on fish balls while eating - I decided to stay put in my room.
I shall retire for the day and go on sulking about how bad this year is going to be. =(
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay