I did the deed

At about 10:50 am on Tuesday, November 29, I officially signed away four years of my life, my youth. I’m a bit sad. The feeling of being tied down doesn’t go down well with me, someone who craves to soar freely in the sky. So don’t come ask me for treats thinking that teachers are all very rich. I’m saving it up just in case…eh…arhem…u know what I mean.

But since I've already done the deed, I might as well look at the bright side of things. I’m gonna be there to hopefully change someone’s life for the better, in one way or another! Yeap! Kids nowadays really ought to be taught how to behave. I was down at Sentosa last Friday with one bunch of them. My! I didn’t remember myself being as atrocious as them either in behaviours or attitudes. Seriously speaking, I think they should be thrown into a jungle for a few days, seeing how they complained they didn’t want to eat the fish and veg. It’s a camp! What did they expect? Abalone and oysters? And teachers were definitely not there for the very purposeful intent of listening to their mindless grouses.

One month of holidays. I think I’m busier than usual. Ha, the irony of it.

For this whole month, I hope I can:
1. Have loads and loads of fun
2. Have loads and loads of fun
3. Have loads and loads of fun
4. Spend time with family and have loads and loads of fun
5. Spend time with friends and have loads and loads of fun
6. Practice my piano (Aiming for practical exam in Nov next year. Hmm, actually I’m not just aiming for it. I will definitely do it.)
7. Study my music theory (Taking exam next march)
8. Lindy
9. Improve English grammar
10. Study the long-forgotten Chemistry
11. Tone my arms, abs and butt (They are starting to freak me out)
12. Sleep more

Aye, damn greedy. Talking about greedy, I forgot to put down “Have more sinful chocolates and cakes”. As you can see, I’m not very good at prioritizing, thinking of having loads and loads of fun AFTER having LOADS AND LOADS of it. My dad thinks I’m been having too much fun. So does my mum and everyone else in my family. Everyone thinks that it’s time for me to settle down. Okay, I admit. I’ve been having way too much fun. That’s why I’m using the bond to tie me down and hopefully try to not prance around like I’m still a little kid. I really am trying. But if the heart is born free, can the soul be ever tamed? I wonder.

My cousin – my kampong khaki – is a father at 26. His baby just turned a month old. Looking at him, I sometimes marvel at how big the chasm in our lives is, that he already has a kid while I’m still a kid myself. Can I ever grow up? I wonder again.