Why on earth would a person who has got everything in the world, feel lonely? I have stacks of newspapers and lecture notes, especially when there are others who wanted to pursue higher education but never have the chance, yet, abet all the effort I put into being that so called "higher attainment", all I get is grief and more grief. I never wanted a PSLE, nor a Sec sch, nor a college, nor a uni, and now I am heading for my Masters degree. All I really wanted was a perrenial question since the day I learned to walk... no there is no exaggeration. Casting glances at the world, I just wanted things to hang on for a while, hold on for pitiful me!
Grandma and uncles and aunties, stop aging! Cousins, stop growing! Babies, stay cute and adorable like you were! But still, nobody listened to me. I wanted them to obey me! Still, nobody heard my pitiful whiner at a corner of the bedroom.
When I first entered kindergarten, I was amused to see the boys and girls sharing toilets with partitions as high as 80cm. I could see everything next door, I thought. When the question was brought home, mommy why do girls have two buttocks? My mommy evaded me. In a snap of a fingers, not only do girls who played tic tac toe with me without any differences grown up to have another two huge hills, some of them carry a huge weight at their stomach which makes it two hills and a mountain. We cannot be ourselves anymore. Without permission granted, stay 30 cm away. It occur to me that the precepts had a tickle down effect. The oldest of the oldest should be the most controlled, and it tickles down and the young grow up. More and more rules and regulations.
The child in me, when he wakes up from his slumber, perennially wants to find his so-called girl friend, and ask: Can we pretend we do not know each other, no.. we do not know anything, and just play marriage? I be your husband, u be my wife. For pregnancy, just use the pillow. No don't worry we are just pretending, u will not get pregnant when I touch your index finger, nor will I need to work like a slave to feed our baby.
And yes! With a reassured nod, I love you! Four year old boys do not lie to four year old girls! It is universal truth!
Time and tide waits for no one.
Growing old is compulsory.
Growing up is optional.
Growing down for men is also compulsory hor