at twenty five.

by - April 01, 2017


At 5, I dreamt of being a princess like most little girls wanted to be. I fantasised being in an enchanted castle, wearing a gorgeous pink dress, waiting for her prince charming. I wanted to be Cinderella, Aurora, Belle or any Disney Princess I watched from my old, bulky VHS tapes or my big fairy tale books my parents gifted me.

At 10, I fancied to be a beauty queen. - imagined myself standing in front of a thousand of crowd, saying my name and age out loud, introducing my hometown. Surpassing a nerve-wracking Q&A portion, winning or maybe losing but still wearing a sash and a crown then waving with my fingers tightly clasp together.

At 15, I wanted to be a Flight Attendant - thought of travelling the world, learning different languages, meeting people with diverse races, culture and color. I envied the grace and glamour of being an FA. Or perhaps - I just wanted to experience riding an airplane.

At 20, I thought I should have become a journalist, a TV broadcaster, or a feature writer, or an editor, or maybe a poet or to top it all, an author of my own book.

At 25, I no longer wanted to be a Disney Princess or a beauty queen or an FA. There are so many things I thought I wanted to be but still felt adrift in the world. Then as wise years added, I guess all I wanted is still to be the same person as I am who will achieve and finish off that bucket list she made for herself.

"Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five."

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