Childhood Memories

Today a very dear colleague of mine was admitted to the hospital after he collapsed at the library due to high blood pressure. I was talking to my boss about it and I said this must be due to stress and much to my surprise and out of nowhere, my boss said, you better be careful as you may end up just like him. He said you worry too much and you stress over the smallest thing and you need to learn to relax. If not….

Geez boss. Thank you for that!!! And I wonder who the main contributor of my stress is. Ding ding ding. Yup, you guess right. He is none other than my boss who calls me at odd hours or even during that one day that I am on leave after months of backbreaking work to ask me weird questions or to ask me to drop by at the office. Don’t get me wrong, I have the best boss in the whole wide world. Really. He is patient and understanding.

I guess my boss has a point. I am a “stresser”. Yeah, I know there is no such word. Who cares? What I am trying to say is, I stress out over everything. Seriously? Seriously! When guests come and I don’t have ice. I stress out. When I don’t have enough sleep, I stress out. When a friend does not talk to me or ignores me, I stress out. It does not take much to stress me out. Today I was particularly stress out as I have to decide whether to take a very important English test or go to Bali and P.A.R.T.A.Y with ma frenzz… I started calling everybody and freaking out like the world is coming to an end. Then I stressed out on whether I can pass the test. (I passed my French test for God’s sake!!! And I am worried about my English test!!!, See I told you so)

Anyway, all the stress that I have been feeling lately somehow made me miss my childhood. I know that was way way back during Jurassic time but I can still vividly recall the carefree days where I can “get married” and play house with a boy without having to stress out about wedding preparations or where I can go to a wedding reception without getting weird looks about why I am still single and not married? Yes aunty, I know your daughter is so “laku” and so pretty… She got married so young and can have it all. WHATEVER. I miss the time when you can have a fight with your bestest friend in the morning and forget all about it during recess. I miss the time when I can cry my eyes out and have a tantrum in a middle of a shopping complex and people will just say, she is just a kid. (not that I ever did that!) I miss the time when I don’t have to worry about my ticking biological clock or whether I would ever meet Mr. Right. The only thing I worried about when I was small was whether I could get permission to sleep over at my best friend’s house. Sigh. What can I say….Life goes on right….As it should.

And I'll take with me the memories.. to be my sunshine after the rain... Its so hard to say goodbye to yesterday....

Roger and out.