"what happened between being me and becoming you?" -Rusty, Disney's the Kid.
Russ, an urbane nearing 40 image consultant who spent his adult life washing out the child he used to be was visited by an 8-year old kid (Rusty), who turned out to be himself... looking at the kid-him made every fibre of his nerve itched to straighten himself (the kid) out... turned out Rusty came to unlocked his long-lost memory- that has defined who he is (now). That's Disney's the Kid which i've caught 3 times...
i love my childhood, but lost track of what happened in between after std 3 till...eh, till...(oh shush ! am still skipping) I remembered changing skol, and the new environment was foreign, so i busied myself growing up (ever since), hoping there be a handsome prince waiting for me when i wake up...(figuratively)
Well, now i'm here... and life aren't getting anyhow rosier...(ok, save campus years, which i mostly remember bouncing)
Anyways, going back to primary skol was like a journey of re-discovering my long lost-moments... like foraging thru a locked up treasure chest - i remembered being punished by my teachers (haha, & now i get to revenge back), pulling naughty tricks & teases, fond afternoons in playground, quiet time scribbling away, me & my piano- my world, sad & lonely times, long lost friends & moments with the Father ...and i felt a sense of thankfulness for the life that God has given me...(breathe)
"if little me came to visit me and ask how life will be, i'd say "Don't worry about a thing, life's going to be great" Theadore? Russ's friend: "after all, how many of us get to be an astronaut or a prima ballerina?"
Today at work, i had one of those heart-grabbing moments -->hearing stories from a few std 3 boys (i was relieving the class and gave them a choice to do their work or that)... i could see how happy (giglish) they were sharing their little world to me (although i mostly pretended to faham)...that reminded me of how i used to stay up with my cousins telling each other made-believe stories; a std 4 girl gave me a hug and tried to carry me up (clean & jerk, 3 times!!!)...which reminded me that i'm still quite a kid inside (taking the teacher role seems to put life at a different perspective; wonder whether that is how parenting was (is) to our parents- an unrest job until their kids turn out fine; i can't seem to pull off that 'teacher' cap)
Russ, an urbane nearing 40 image consultant who spent his adult life washing out the child he used to be was visited by an 8-year old kid (Rusty), who turned out to be himself... looking at the kid-him made every fibre of his nerve itched to straighten himself (the kid) out... turned out Rusty came to unlocked his long-lost memory- that has defined who he is (now). That's Disney's the Kid which i've caught 3 times...
i love my childhood, but lost track of what happened in between after std 3 till...eh, till...(oh shush ! am still skipping) I remembered changing skol, and the new environment was foreign, so i busied myself growing up (ever since), hoping there be a handsome prince waiting for me when i wake up...(figuratively)
Well, now i'm here... and life aren't getting anyhow rosier...(ok, save campus years, which i mostly remember bouncing)
Anyways, going back to primary skol was like a journey of re-discovering my long lost-moments... like foraging thru a locked up treasure chest - i remembered being punished by my teachers (haha, & now i get to revenge back), pulling naughty tricks & teases, fond afternoons in playground, quiet time scribbling away, me & my piano- my world, sad & lonely times, long lost friends & moments with the Father ...and i felt a sense of thankfulness for the life that God has given me...(breathe)
"if little me came to visit me and ask how life will be, i'd say "Don't worry about a thing, life's going to be great" Theadore? Russ's friend: "after all, how many of us get to be an astronaut or a prima ballerina?"
Today at work, i had one of those heart-grabbing moments -->hearing stories from a few std 3 boys (i was relieving the class and gave them a choice to do their work or that)... i could see how happy (giglish) they were sharing their little world to me (although i mostly pretended to faham)...that reminded me of how i used to stay up with my cousins telling each other made-believe stories; a std 4 girl gave me a hug and tried to carry me up (clean & jerk, 3 times!!!)...which reminded me that i'm still quite a kid inside (taking the teacher role seems to put life at a different perspective; wonder whether that is how parenting was (is) to our parents- an unrest job until their kids turn out fine; i can't seem to pull off that 'teacher' cap)
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hmm... after all the statistics, i wonder where are his/her sources.
anyway, those sound like fun times indeed! you should join us at P.E. then, you get to join in and play kiddy games - without your teacher cap on ;)
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