Friday, December 11, 2009
when i was littlest,
the world is all about love and beauty.
the world is all about smiling and crying.
the world is simple and safe.
theres no classification of boys and girls.
theres only daddy and mummy,
adults and baby.
i need not worry about nothing,
because theres mummy and daddy,
in sickness and in health,
in the poverty or riches.
when i was littler,
the world is full of wonders.
the world is filled with unanswered question.
i need an answer for everything.
there is still only mummy and daddy.
they are my teachers, idols, caretaker, lover and everything.
all boys and girls are friends.
theres hot soup and porridge when i get sick.
everytime is playtime !
when i was little,
i was introduced to a jail called school.
i knew many inmates there and became close to a few.
some inmates that goes by the gang name "girls"
are our enemies.
all of us are punished with homeworks.
then theres cane to make sure we are disciplined.
we have to sing song every week.
we are given some papers 4 times a year,
so that they can torture us mentally.
mummy and daddy saves me in the afternoon,
but the warden said i had to return by morning.
then so the trip between prison and home became a routine.
the world is still filled with unanswered question.
theres still hot soup when i get sick,
occasionally.
when i grew up,
jail term is coming to end.
finished my sentence without a chance of parole.
i somehow became smarter than everyone i know,
than my mummy, my daddy, and people around me,
(you know what im saying ? thats not true actually,
its just people tend to act smart, rite ? at least i do.)
girls turn from enemy to best friends.
i think theres something related to a thing called puberty,
not very sure why we need those things that comes out all over
when we reaches that state,
its not like we need them anyway.
the world became a complex place.
the world turn into a dark place,
with dangers everywhere,
the world is filled with uncertainties.
and i have to make my own hot soup when i get sick,
because its my fault i get sick,
as i never took note of all those
" for your own good" talks,
so i had to bear with my own mistake,
great powers comes great responsibilities, they say.
littlest : 1-2.
littler : 3-6
little : 7-11
growing up : >12
