But…but, I am NINE!

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Yesterday morning I had to wake up really early and go stand in line to hand the papers and have my photo taken for a new biometric ID. As it's obvious from the time my previous post was written, I have chosen to pull an all-nighter instead. It was still dark when I got to the closest police station at 6:30...dark and ridiculously warm for this time of the year. Having ignored a bunch of unwanted text messages from my foreign friends and having brought a notebook I mostly used to write how much I want caffeine in caps lock, I survived.

On my way back home, I took a route I have never taken in my entire life, curious to see what lies amongst some streets that are actually very close to the elementary school I went to. At first, I saw a woman feeding three super-beatiful cats.

Me: "Awwww! Kitty, kitty, kitty....."
I notice something on my feet.
Woman: "That's not from the kitty, that's from the doggy..."

Oh wow. My first doggie-doo after September 1998. I asked the woman if there's any grass nearby, she said there was some left in the nearby park. And there was. And there was an empty swing. I love swings. I just have to swing.

Woman with a child: "Shame on you! So OLD, yet on a swing, god forbid!"
Me: "It's not true, I'm NINE!"
Woman with a child: Eh? You, NINE?

Well, I guess that wasn't that far from truth? From now on, I'm nine, though I'm only two months away from three times nine.

One Reaction to But…but, I am NINE!

  1. Maria says...

    hahaha, sounds like a "nice" day
    I love swings too, and I also lie about my age (though, I'm 18)
    love <3!

     
     

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