i hate to grow up!
Muuuumm..
do i really have to grow up?
do i have to give up my fun reading for my boring academic books? do i have donate all of my hooded sweaters to Oxfam and start to buy smart and spiffy clothes? do i have to stop wearing my trainers and start learning how to walk properly in high heels? sheesh, it makes me stumble all the time and i can’t walk straight wearing those, mum!
i hate giving up my chicklits and Nancy Drew for my stupid value-added and educative books, soo dull, bloody boring, mum! and for me it’s still cooler to dream that i’m Fantomette or Jane Eyre rather than imagining i’m a successful upper-class barrister playing tennis in an expensive country club, wearing Fred Perry clothes all over and drive a fancy car, oh help me God..
do i have to be smart all the times? read newspaper every day, know Nuke technology in Iran, Slobodan’s death cause, Students Strike in France, or Tony’s Labour Party? how if i don’t want to know and choose to be drowned in my Tony Parson’s or Mike Gayle’s books? pretend to enjoy far-fetched movies like Syriana which i don’t even understand AT ALL?? swear to God i enjoy Howl’s Moving Castle and Finding Nemo TENFOLD rather than stupid movies about politics.. i even found Pink Panther quite entertaining with their (French? or Steve Martin’s?) weird sense of humour where all the people falling off and everything drops on to the floor! sheessshh!
call me airhead, call me a daydreamer, call me childish.. or even call me diluded.. i don’t care!
