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i am an adult.frankly speaking,i detested being one.yes,i am more autonomous now but with it comes enormous and numerous responsibilities.it’s truly nerve-racking.i hate freud.

but thats not my main point today.it is the slowing of metabolism that really bothers me.i can’t eat as much now as i did when i were in my teens.i started to gain weight after i left school.i think most of us did and that didn’t bothered me much,it was desirable even.i felt more stable when walking as the strong wind can no longer make me sway like a coconut tree.

but i didn’t stop gaining weight and did not realise it until people began to point it out to me.a friend said that i have double chin and i retorted by saying that he has triple.poor guy,and what he said was true too (^_^) i now have dimples,or rather, pseudo-dimples as they are not true dimples and only materialise when i become chubby.i’m not vain and didn’t think much about my looks as i know i won’t be able to change my face even if i stared hard at the mirror until it breaks.

when i started to become lazy and sleepy even though i have the longest sleeping hours among my friends,i started to get worried.i felt heavy and lethargic  and dragged through the day,impatient to wait for night time so that i can be in bed.i tried to jog in order to make me fitter and leaner,but it proved to be tougher than i thought.i’m not free most evenings and my mornings start early.even if i managed to find time i won’t have anyone to go with me.and during this day of mistreatment of women,i didn’t dare to go jogging alone.what about unscheduled exrcise?you may ask.like climbing stairs instead of taking the lift,or parking my vehicle far from the building so that i have to walk for some distance?believe me i tried to.i walked endlessly everyday and spent most of my days on my feet.and during this very hot season it’s just not plausible to climb the stairs.u’ll be panting hard and your clothes will smell the salty,not-so-pleasant smell of sweat by the time you reach the desired floor.and for those who keeps a job by meeting people professionally,it is just out of the question.reducing food intake is very hard as i feel constantly hungry especially after a day of hard work.

i believe many of my friends out there are facing similar problems.let’s face the fact together,we are old and we are fat.but we are kind at heart.fat people are happy people (^_^) don’t bother with your weight so much if your BMI is less than 23.be comfortable and be yourself.

i went home two weeks ago.to visit my parents.with all the things i have to do and the workload imposed on us,the  4-hour travel really put me off.but home i went, taking a rather moist mass-produced fruit cake with me as ole2 (^_^).i found that my now retired parents are renovating the house(for the umpteenth time).told me that they are adding another kelamin room because they sensed that one of us children are going to get married in the  near future.talk about parental gut feeling.

    you see,to them they are always the provider and we,the receiver.even when they can’t give much in the form of materials(like when they are retired) anymore and when the role should turn the other way around,they still wanted to provide.like when your mother insists to cook you nasi lemak for breakfast when she has resdung which will be made worse by the cold morning air,and her knees creaked because of age.my mother sneezed for uncountable times whenever the morning breeze blew through the windows.and she will note that the bird who made her nest on a nearby tree was feeding her offsprings too.i spent a lot of time with my mother because most of my time at home was spent in the kitchen,the female’s domain.
   

i used to be very kamcing with my father because as a child i love the TV very much,so did he.and we both love books.he taught me how to press my school uniform and asked me to cut articles in the newspaper if he thought they were informative.one day,out of the blue,it suddenly downed on me that i didn’t talk to my mother as often as i did to my father.then i realised why.she is not fond of the box and spent most of her non-working hours preparing food in the kitchen and washing clothes.every working lady out there will now how tiring that can be.that’s why she was irritable and will pinch us very hard if we did something which upset her.so i began to help out in the kitchen even though i can’t do much.she gradually soften and we spent much time in each other’s company.she told me her stories including giving birth to me and my twin sister.she said she lost so much blood and nearly had an emergency caesarean section because my sister was breech.i remember gaping at that.

    i’ve learnt to appreciate her more and will try to please her whenever i can.i was filled with a wild desire to protect her form whatever evil there is in the world.i am now an adult and my parents,which i looked upon as the authority when i was small,now turned into the most invaluable friends i have.their love and endurance,i could never repay.the agony that our mothers went through to give birth to us is the greatest love that a human can give to another.something u would never be able to repay,even if that’s the only thing she did for your sake.even if she’s of different religion and despises yours.so,visit your parents.