Getting Old...

It started off some 4 years ago in Secondary School when I began to misplace stuff. The handphone which was supposed to be on the desk, seemed to have sprouted legs and walked off on its own into a game of hide and seek. With time, the difficulty of the game increased. Initially, i was able to recall the "hiding" place of the bugger after some periods of brain wrecking. But nowadays, I would resort to "calling" my handphone and trace it through the cheerful melody.

Retrieving a tool from the store with an intended purpose of usage just to realise that i had forgotten the real intent upon reaching the destination. And perhaps the most classical of the memory bugbears, "I forgot what i had wanted to tell you" It is apparent. I am ageing at the grand age of twenty. Well, it wasn't simply a case of debilitating memory that led me to conclude that I was ageing prematurely. There were other signs too. Like i began to become increasingly grumpy and snap at any slight irritation. At least, Grumpy had Snow White. I have no Snow White... And I look much older in the mirror than my twenty years? And I don't really enjoy doing the things that my contemporaries love to indulge in as pastimes...

While others would love to be on a sunny beach, bright sun and pretty babes all around... I erm, favour a dark, cloudy and cold afternoon at home. You would probably catch me nursing a mug of hot chocolate, looking into the distance. A frown is my default look, so says my mum. Since when was i hit by this bout of premature ageing? I guess the conditions was always conducive in my case for I am inherently serious in outlook, rigid and all that.

But i guess the one event that set it all off ( meaning prompt me to think older than my years) was the demise of my paternal grandfather. Then, the funeral was conducted in the traditional rites and realise the huge role that the eldest son (my father) and the eldest grandson(It was me) had to play during the mourning process. It struck me that being the eldest son was one role that you had to take with a mature outlook on life. That means that i had to grow up as quickly as possible... As a result, I have this unnamed female friend who told me that her friends might be interested in me after they saw a picture of me. And they were like 24~5 years old? Great... a backhanded compliment that I look mature and an upfront blasting that I look OLD.

Man, I feel that i am over the hill already, ain't Life great?