Sweet Intoxication of Brandy.

Monday, June 05, 2006

KIDS @ 1:17 AM

Just came back from a 3 day 2 night trip in Malaysia, went to a resort called Sebana cove. I was helping out in a primary school camp as a facilitator cum instructor. There is something to do every moment. For the three days, time passes by with the batting of the eye. Every morning I will wake up at six thirty and be buzzing around till after eleven at night, with only lapses of rest during meal time. Maybe because I was so busy during the day, the tiredness always kicks in after my bath at night. Over the three days camp, we did trekking, played games, and went through some basic survival skills as well as a camp fire. Every meal was a buffet, everyone had fun and was very well fed.

It is ages ago that I was running around like the kids, leading a care free life without worries. How I wish I can be like peter pan. I remembered that I always find Peter pan dumb when I was a kid, rubbish the story as dumb and wonder what is so bad about growing up? It isn't bad to grow up, but it is better to be young. At adolescent we seems to be given more opportunities to behave irresponsibly, and mistakes were forgiven easily. Why do we have to lose such privilege when we grow old? Why do we grow old with worries and sadness but not happiness? Why some people allow their child like innocence to be replaced by adult cynicism?

Nobody

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore