memoirs of childhood
i wish im still a little gurl, with those pig tails in my head. wearing shorts and sleeveless. the little girl who loves to play alot in the streets. who is not frightened to fight against the big bully guys (of course, my bro is one of them) when they are bullied or teased. the little girl who just enjoy life to the fullest. i just miss all the things that i can do before that i cant have it now.. i wish i could still have that freedom i had before.
i miss the times where i just have to sit on my brothers room and portray a nun's role, putting the blanket in my head and praying (mao na nga maldita naku!). the times where i just have to look at the blue sky above me when my gay brother scold me because i dont want to have my afternoon nap (gahi jud ulo til now). the times where i can go around the campus with short and tshirt without bothering what will the people would say about me (siga!). the times where i have to play and shout in our streets because me and my friends feel like doing it. the times where i can play with the rain with friends. the times where i have to sell pitchay (every summer) within the campus -- that no one believes me that i do that -- just to have a piso to buy some food on our next door neighbor store (text para makaduwa with the boys). the times where i have to gather the extra note books and design clothes for my doll or write anything (just love to write but i dont have a good penmanship). the times when my gay brother will tease my hair for me to look like tina turner (and we have a hard time putting it back! hahahaha). the times where i wished to be a model or a flight attendant when i get older without no hesitations on my part (ambisyosa!!hahahha). the times where i can still climb our mango tree, kalachuchi and guava tree just so i can hide with my parents whenever they scold me (cge jud yawyaw... katkat nalang sa manga). the times where i could still play guns with my brother and whenever we are tired of playing it, we will play dolls (kay kami ra magduwa duha most of the time). the times when me and my brother would visit my mum's office while he is riding a bike and im running behind him (coz i dont know how to ride a bicycle).
alot of things i miss so much. wished that time freezed and i didnt grow up. but i guess, this is life! i need to grow up in order to see things on the right perspective and do things on the right way. but i have to learn things on my own and about life too. experience the hardship, the pain and complicities in life. i know, because of it it helps me to be strong for what i am now.
memeories of my childhood will be part of me. it may never come back anymore, but those sweetful memories that happened to me, will never be erased from my heart. coz it always puts a smile on my face whenever i look back on to it.
me in my 3rd birthday with roses from family and my favorite gift --lollies
me and my brother
me, when i was little younger around 1 year old. with my favorite dress ever!!
i miss the times where i just have to sit on my brothers room and portray a nun's role, putting the blanket in my head and praying (mao na nga maldita naku!). the times where i just have to look at the blue sky above me when my gay brother scold me because i dont want to have my afternoon nap (gahi jud ulo til now). the times where i can go around the campus with short and tshirt without bothering what will the people would say about me (siga!). the times where i have to play and shout in our streets because me and my friends feel like doing it. the times where i can play with the rain with friends. the times where i have to sell pitchay (every summer) within the campus -- that no one believes me that i do that -- just to have a piso to buy some food on our next door neighbor store (text para makaduwa with the boys). the times where i have to gather the extra note books and design clothes for my doll or write anything (just love to write but i dont have a good penmanship). the times when my gay brother will tease my hair for me to look like tina turner (and we have a hard time putting it back! hahahaha). the times where i wished to be a model or a flight attendant when i get older without no hesitations on my part (ambisyosa!!hahahha). the times where i can still climb our mango tree, kalachuchi and guava tree just so i can hide with my parents whenever they scold me (cge jud yawyaw... katkat nalang sa manga). the times where i could still play guns with my brother and whenever we are tired of playing it, we will play dolls (kay kami ra magduwa duha most of the time). the times when me and my brother would visit my mum's office while he is riding a bike and im running behind him (coz i dont know how to ride a bicycle).
alot of things i miss so much. wished that time freezed and i didnt grow up. but i guess, this is life! i need to grow up in order to see things on the right perspective and do things on the right way. but i have to learn things on my own and about life too. experience the hardship, the pain and complicities in life. i know, because of it it helps me to be strong for what i am now.
memeories of my childhood will be part of me. it may never come back anymore, but those sweetful memories that happened to me, will never be erased from my heart. coz it always puts a smile on my face whenever i look back on to it.
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