wave bye-bye to ALONG,say hello to Freddy Krueger.

   There comes a time in your life when you slept as a child and woke up next day a Gargantuan with hairy armpits.If you're not familiar with this sorry situation then you must have a pair of chromosomes less than the average person.I'm talking about the sudden realization that you're no longer eligible for a hug and a kiss after a bad papercut.When Bleeding Love was automatically linked to menstruation instead of a popular pop song.
   When were kids,we don't care how much a pack of cigarettes cost after government taxes increase.We don't give a shit when Tun M wept at the podium after announcing his retirement.All we cared was whomever made it to the corridor first wins.
    Life was so much simpler.A typical day would start around 8 o'clock in the morning (minus alarm) and watching Little Lulu on Cartoon Network while having lepat pisang.Pride meant finally getting a pair of Power Rangers sandals that lights up when momentum is applied.Rebelling was colouring the apple blue instead of the typical red or green.And friends were,well,friends.
    I remember being an only daughter when I was little,the apple of Daddy's eye.Always prim and proper,bathed three times daily,combed my hair from the roots to the tips: I was actually cute back then.What happened to genetics,Dad?I look like a fat version of Samara of The Ring now.
Ba-dum-tss.
     Reflecting on it now makes the point more abundantly clear.As we grow up we've lost track of who we were as children.We've lost our innocence,our naivety,our empathy.We tend to lose sight of the values our mothers taught in the transition from Lil Kid to Big Kid.As our steps grew bigger we leave forgotten trails embedded in the sand,never to be seen again.
    Don't mind the title,just appreciate your years.I have to go,I saw Joe Jambul waving to me and Steve-O is at the door.