Youth

“Miss, IC please” instructed the bouncer. I stared blankly at him, puzzled and felt rather insulted, at the edge of my twilight years, reaching the big 30, in 2 years time, this muscular, stern man demands for my identification. I was outraged, so I replied rather defensively. “Are you sure you want to check my identification ? I am very old ler.” “This is a strict bar, I’m sorry. I need to check your ID” he humbly replied.

The queue was getting longer and I was creating an obvious bottle neck. Without further a due, I took out my wallet, dug out my ill looking identification card and reluctantly handed it to him. He took a good look at my photograph and blink at me, in contempt and said “You and I same age la. Enjoy the night, YOUNG LADY”. He snickered away.

It must have been at least ten years ago I last partied in a bar/disco till wee morning hours. I didn’t think I could afford a night like that. Age is just a number. Yes, I know. I can’t help feeling paranoid, especially when you walk down the bar and you see plenty of hot, young girls out there. Fortunately, I have friends who uplift my spirit with their kind, generous compliments, “May Leng, you look so young. You look like a student yourself!”. Sincere or merely humble words of comfort ? Does it matter ? I am thankful that I am reminded of my youth. Yet, another thoughtful reminder from “The One Above” via a book I’m currently reading;