Saturday, February 27, 2010
Peter Pan
I was supposed to do this yesterday. Now it's 1.55am. Well yesterday is still... well today... tonight! Tonight is still yesterday. I don't care! Hahaaaaaa!!!!!Right now I'm high on sugar (does mac 'n' cheese contain sugar?). I think. Well I might be high on happiness because... THANK GOD FRIDAY NIGHT HAS COME!!! You have absolutely no idea. Today I did an exam for a module I don't like and it wasn't so bad... I only stopped making sense to me from the second essay onwards. I think it's going to be cool. The scolding from my lecturer I'm anticipating.
I might as well write this now, after all the bullshit you've just read.
I was waiting for the bus today and I see this girl that I've seen three times, with her little sister waiting for her school bus. That girl happens to go to my alma mater and it felt good to be seeing someone receiving that same education I did years ago. Everytime I see her, her sister and herself will be climbing the guardrail at the sheltered pathway to the bus stop. Today when I saw her, I realised something.
I was reminded of how a proper Romantic childhood should be like and I realise, we don't have enough trees. We do not have trees to climb. Our little brothers and sisters grow up in a concrete world. We don't have the childhood of the past; we can't walk into our gardens and pluck fruit and scavenge for strawberries or something. Right now, I feel so deprived. I will never know the feeling of climbing a tree, or having a tree house, or playing pirates in the yard.
You can't blame her for climbing the guardrail. I was wondering whether they still had gymnastics in school, she should join up.
Most parents these days, they reprimand their children for their "bad" behaviour like climbing railings and just monkeying around. But they're kids! The way I see it, it's wrong! I wish I lived in the past. I wished I had a garden I could take long walks in, a tree house to be my hiding place, wear a tunic and run around; get myself all muddy and dirty, steal a cookie from the cookie jar, get chased after by a dog. You know... I wish I lived during Enid Blyton's time.
Whatever the case, I don't want to grow up. I'm the resistant grow-upper. Don't make me, Mom!
P.S. Today I saw a couple of elementary school kids ripping the cardboard off new toy guns. It looked so childish to me, until I started wondering if I was worse at Primary Six.
Mr Darcy: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
1:54 AM.
1:54 AM.