Far Out

Being with my kid (as in my tutee, not my biological child duh duh duuuh) has taught me to look back at my life and put things back into perspective. I've always thought that I had a high level of awareness and that I knew how lucky I was to be me but as it turns out, I was a really self-absorbed and ignorant fool back then.

I have nothing of her incredibly acute sense of awareness to the surroundings.
I remember being an Ugly Betty in back in Sec 2 (and I still am now!) and blissfully oblivious to whatever was going on around me and whatever that was said to / about me or anyone else in general.
I had knee high socks and very unglam hair and a permanent dazed look fixed on my countenance but those were happy days because I didn't care.
People could say anything scathing to me and I would be left none the worse because I didn't care.
I guess my upbringing had something to do with the don't-give-a-damn attitude because my parents sheltered me from negative influences (bad company, etc) and have always told me that I'm perfectly fine the way I am (a cliche perhaps, but I think they could be right)

My kid, on the other hand, have gone through much obstacles and hardships.
She's been involved in things you usually see in dramas and she's only 14!
Furthermore, it doesn't help that she's physically well-developed already. Heck, I was like an airplane landing ground. A fashion runway. A washboard. A piece of paper. Okay you should get my point already.

In spite of our very apparent differences, we click well, which is amazing.
Maybe our familiarity with each other can result in something good for both of us.
Already she makes me see what I've been taking for granted.
Well, that's gonna change (:

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