Nadiah Alwi

I remember when I was little, I could imagine anything. Just like Barney always says:

Just imagine all the things that we could be / Imagine all the places we could go and see / Imagination’s fun for you and me…

I like all Barney songs. I sing them with my daughter. Too bad, they make me forget that I’m no longer a kid. Kids can imagine anything. Their imagination is limitless. While, as a big girl, my imagination has too many limitations.

Kids still have hopes on what they will find when they grow up. And, I’m a grown up, and I think I know what I won’t find now.

No regret though, simply a silly envy — so silly coz when I was little, I envied grown ups.

I don’t think I have insomnia. I can even sleep a lot earlier. It’s just, I’ve got jobs to do. Well, I have to admit that in between I check out my FB account. I need company and FB seems to be good enough.

When I was younger — a lot younger — I did have insomnia. It was hard for me to get to sleep. I needed either TV or radio to ’sing’ me lullabies.

Now, on the contrary, simply put my head on the pillow, I would be sleeping right away.

I think it has something to do with being ‘older’ — oh, how I hate to use that particular word, any better suggestion on which word to use? I’m about to get to the double number age. I wish it were 22 or even 11. But, no…it’s 33. Old, isn’t it?

My daughter is about to graduate from kindergarten and start her elementary education.  I remember seeing grown ups when I was her age as old people, very old people. They seemed wise and to know everything a ‘lil kid like me didn’t know.

I have to agree on the ‘old’ part, but wise and know everything? I kinda doubt it. I simply know nothing and far from being wise.

Well, let’s stop this being old crap chat. Let’s go back to the main topic, insomnia. And, no, I don’t have it. It’s 1.10 am now and I need to sleep. *Looking at the papers next to me* Well, I’ll take care of it tomorrow and get it done ASAP…get some rest…and start with the other one waiting in line.

However, life is beautiful — wish I could say: it’s perfect, but then it would be a total lie.

Night y’all!