La Musique

Sunday, December 16, 2007

It's funny now, when I look back. Just how did I waste my childhood years away?

While my saner counterparts were scrambling around with colour pens and cutesy autograph books, I tried to extract myself from the mayhem. I whittled most of my childhood away poring over fantasy books, or playing the bright cheerful piano I used to own.

One thing that I regretted though, was my allergy of chocolate. For most of my childhood, I obediently abstained from that sweet sensuous delight. Yes, I had a deprived childhood.

I remember my baffling fascination with manga. Perhaps I was attracted by the lovely drawings, something which I knew I would never be able to accomplish within my lifetime. A little unbelievable, but manga really taught me many moral values.

During my adolescent years, I recall dreading every Sunday morning. I was a simple girl with no compulsive shopping disorders, and I had a tendency to wear the same shirt for weeks in a row. I would come out of my room, still wearing the same black shirt I had worn to sleep, and my mother would look at me with this look that literally screamed "Not that shirt AGAIN!" We quarrelled of course, her bemoaning about my lack of desire to dress up, and I complaining to her about her incessant nagging towards my choice of clothing.

But I miss Jean and Josie. I miss the times we would chase each other round the school. I even miss the gazillion times they pulled my two ponytails. I miss the day I dropped my wallet into the toiletbowl (and got Josie to fish it out for me).

I miss playing with my CG members. Hui Hiang, Timothy, Nicholas, Amanda, I missed those times in church. Now the whole CG has changed. I can't identify with them, I doubt if I even like them.

Those times are lost to me forever, and only shreds of my memories still stain my heart.

11:16 PM