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9/27/11 02:31 am - Bravery.
''I want to be a pirate when I grow up'' I caught these words on a chilly morning to school aboard a bumpy 857. I wasn't listening to music as usual because somehow I was talented enough to have lost my brand new earpiece from Japan. I mean, how the hell you you lose something thats supposed to be connected to your itouch at all times. Anyway, thats just the sort of few weeks I've been having. Casually, I turned to try to see who was making such a ridiculous remark and I saw a kid. Bowl hair cut, a water bottle slung around his neck, and looking intently out of the window. ''Do you know pirates are bad people?'' his mother replied as she relieved him of his printed backpack and let it rest on her lap. ''But I'm different, I'll be a good one''. The preschooler replied to the accepting smile of his mother.
It was a funny sight albeit a heartwarming one. I couldnt resist but to eavesdrop on them for the remaining of their journey. I remember what I wanted to be when I was young. I wanted to be a zoologist , or if my grades weren't good enough, a zoo-keeper. It has always been my dream job to work with animals. This was of course after I found out that Veterinarians were the people responsible for putting down cats and dogs. I couldnt understand why, so I hated them for it. My childhood mates and I would spend warm afternoons cuddled up in and air-conditioned room watch the discovery channel. We would meet up at dear old Mrs silva house, Nash's place. We were all neighbours only a year apart at most, it was us against the world. We spent halloweens together, christmas, new years and all the different festivals together. We caught ants and even had our own ant farm. All of us aspired to be pilots, firefighters, policemen and well, zookeepers. As we grew older, we grew apart. One by one they moved out, out of our little castle where we were supposed to change the world from. I was the last. As we grew older, our ideals changed, we were thrown into a rat race known as the paperchase. Soon, the paperchase took us to different paths. One of them is leaving for the land down under next month, another is wasting away in the army while others have either started working(not in their dream jobs) while I am working my ass off in SMU just so I can do the same after I graduate. We were all much braver in chasing our dreams when we were younger.
I got off my stop and headed to school wondering to myself how the hell did we get here.
It was a funny sight albeit a heartwarming one. I couldnt resist but to eavesdrop on them for the remaining of their journey. I remember what I wanted to be when I was young. I wanted to be a zoologist , or if my grades weren't good enough, a zoo-keeper. It has always been my dream job to work with animals. This was of course after I found out that Veterinarians were the people responsible for putting down cats and dogs. I couldnt understand why, so I hated them for it. My childhood mates and I would spend warm afternoons cuddled up in and air-conditioned room watch the discovery channel. We would meet up at dear old Mrs silva house, Nash's place. We were all neighbours only a year apart at most, it was us against the world. We spent halloweens together, christmas, new years and all the different festivals together. We caught ants and even had our own ant farm. All of us aspired to be pilots, firefighters, policemen and well, zookeepers. As we grew older, we grew apart. One by one they moved out, out of our little castle where we were supposed to change the world from. I was the last. As we grew older, our ideals changed, we were thrown into a rat race known as the paperchase. Soon, the paperchase took us to different paths. One of them is leaving for the land down under next month, another is wasting away in the army while others have either started working(not in their dream jobs) while I am working my ass off in SMU just so I can do the same after I graduate. We were all much braver in chasing our dreams when we were younger.
I got off my stop and headed to school wondering to myself how the hell did we get here.
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