light it up
Friday, May 27, 2011
I feel liberated. Do I?
These days I wished I had an electric guitar and I'll blast bitchy songs and start jamming in my room to act like an ultimate bitch wanna-be.
Brenda started screaming when walking down the staircase. It made me wanted to scream too. But if I ever did, I'll make sure that it echoes through Ryan Lai's eardrums to thank him for all the nice "affirmations" said to me.
These few days I feel like a little kid all over again. The day was spent studying with a few moments of escapism into childhood whenever I played with my nephew.
Sometimes I forget that I've to come back to reality, back to this grown up mindset I'm forced to succumb to. Sometimes I just want to be like a child. A child who pouts when he or she loses something he or she likes; even if the "something" is insignificantly small or unimportant: a cute paperclip, a sticker.
A child who embraces childlike innocence and knows nothing of deceit or murder. No malicious remarks, no hypocritical attitudes, no evil thoughts.
A pure heart, clean hands. It goes a long way.
Why do all of these fade away with age?
7:41 AM