Friday, December 20, 2013

Who I Am


I recently came across all my school certificates and medals. There are various kinds from all the way back in 2003. Ten years ago. Finding those awards really made me think about all the changes that have happened in ten years.

Ten years ago, I was in third grade. In 2003 I was a very reserved child. Yes, I was shy but I have to insist that I was a reserved person because I didn't like fraternizing much. I have always been an introvert.  Back then, I used to make a HUGE tantrum about going to school. I never wanted to go. I didn't like my classmates, I usually liked my teachers and my study material but I never liked going to school. Maybe I had an extended version of the Monday Blues all week long. I'm still not sure. But all I knew when I was that young was that I didn't like school. 
This shy girl is from 2006

I wasn't the type of girl who had many friends. Even to this day, I have very few friends. I was a judgmental child, very defensive and I disliked any rowdiness from other children. As a result, no one really liked me. Who could blame them? I was the one who thought she was better than them. And I frequently showed it. So I quietly settled in with my books. Fiction was my friend. While I was immersed in fiction, I felt understood. I felt like I belonged. All through my elementary and middle school years, I spent my breaks with my nose in a book. I read at every interval i found; in the bus, in free periods and sometimes during P.E. Even today, I love to read. 

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Stories from my scandalous life -II

Whenever I go to the supermarket, I always tend to buy a lot of items I do not need or forget to buy items that I needed quite badly. This time, I decided to conquer this flaw of mine by writing up a grocery list!

I spent quite a lot of time on this list. I went through recipes, menus and my kitchen to discover what I was missing. I went through new recipes I'd like to try so that I wouldn't ever need anything. I had written the master of all grocery lists by the time I was done. My scrawly handwriting had panned over three pages of notepaper (about three times the length of a post it). I was sure I had forgotten nothing. I was proud of myself for actually planning something correctly. 

So when Bob asked me what I was up to, I told her I was writing a grocery list and I sent her picture (cos y'know.. THAT's big news). Her reply was immediate. And humbling. 

"What is this grocery list for? The Great Flood?"