Listenning to: Soul For Real, "Candy Rain"
I run into an old friend from my high school who went to Canada for Uni. and she somehow hasnt changed even abit. Im serious, her hair is the same, she hasnt gained or lost any weight, she looks exactly the same. Im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing actually.
The same cannot be said about me though cause everybody believes I got some kind of extreme makeover.
See when I was in high school, some people often mistook me for a boy. While the rest where tirelessly trying to grow their hair, I actually almost got suspended for spotting a bald head. I guess those days the Alek Wek appeal hadnt quite spread yet. So the school board threatened to send me home till my hair grew a few inches or so. I wore clothes that were always a size too big so nobody actually knew what shape was burried under the big denim shorts and sweat shirts. All doubts were further heightened by the fact that there are very few guys who have a voice deeper than mine. I listened to Warren G, Snoop, Craig Mark, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray and the entire Dog Pound. I was a sports fiend and seeded even In the national team at some games. And I was happy cause I lived in my own blissfull world where nobody bothered me. Yeah and I broke every single rule in the book, so seeing my folks in school was not uncommon at all.
I honestly do not know when the change started I just woke up one day and didnt even realise I was different till people started making remarks at the change. I swapped My big shorts for pretty dresses, grew my hair and bought high heels instead of mocassins. So everytime I meet someone from high school, they can barely mask the shock on their faces. I dont even care much for sports and Gangsta rap I cant stand! What I find wierd is Im not pretending at all, these things tend to come naturally and it scares me that I could change soooo much.
I miss the gal I was, I miss high school and all that it was. I miss Maureen the neat freak, I miss Betty the Jesus freak, I miss Florence the math Wizz, I miss Damalie cause I loved reading her English Composition book, I miss Joanna we used to rap together, I miss Magintu as we were thick as thieves, I miss Marianne the Teachers pet, I miss Rowena and the mean jokes...........I could go on. But most of all I miss me cause I was different and kind of stood out in my own way.
The only thing I couldnt change was my voice, yap. The only difference is I used to be rather a shamed of it, you know how kids can be so mean about such things. Anyway now it gets such rave reviews I actually love it. Once in a while I get a glimpse of my old self in little things like wearing boxers to bed.Labels: back in the day when I was young Im not akid anymore, but somehow I wish I was a kid again |
