Born one generation too late.

Haven't found much time to blog lately; been studying. Of course, I couldn't possibly have been studying 100% of the time. So by studying, I pretty much mean 21% procrastinating, 78% staring at the book, & 1% studying.

I decided to blog tonight anyways, since I've already had an awesome weekend and I didn't feel like spoiling it by 78% staring at my Physics textbook.

Guess what I did yesterday? :)

I'll tell you anyway.

1) Picked rambutans.
2) Ate real guavas (original kampung ones).
3) Squatted by the road eating delicious, tested-by-squirrels durians.
4) Climbed a rambutan tree.
5) Tried to climb a coconut tree.
6) Visited a durian plantation.
7) Durian plantation - trekked.
8) Hunted durians.
9) Got bitten by a red ant (for the first time! :D)
10) Found durians.
11) Crossed a ditch. Ditch's depth = my height + a few inches.
12) Found durians.
13) Looked for more durians.
14) Kicked a durian tree.
15) Erased all hope of trying to kick durians off their trees.
16) Brought home yummy durians!

I sweated like a pig, and my thumbs were shaking so badly I couldn't even text. I am such a city girl. And I'm not proud of it.

Our parents had better childhoods, if you ask me. My dad lived in a kampung as a kid. After school, he'd gather with his friends and climb trees, swim in rivers, steal chickens.. sounds like a whole lotta fun :) That little kampung area, plus a few shops outside the perimeter, was his whole world for the first part of his life.

At 6, I'd been to the other end of the Earth and back. My brother, now 6 as well, has been on a plane more than half a dozen times. It might all sound really advanced compared to what our parents had seen at that age, but really, the experience I had yesterday, though only a minute part of my dad's entire childhood, made me realise this: We're the ones missing out.

City life is so hectic, that a few hours of kampung sights gave me so much peace and serenity; the moment we left, I suggested to my dad that we buy a large piece of land in that area and build a house (: despite the 7 billion mosquitoes per backyard, I wanted to stay. It was quiet and peaceful, and the air was so fresh, especially in the durian orchard. All the way back home, I daydreamt of living in the jungle. Ha! Whatthehell. Like a little holiday house by a pond, I guess :)

Wellp, to buy land, I'll need money. To get money, I'd need a job. To get a job, I kinda really need to study right now.

I told my dad I wanted to change the world. He asked how. I thought about it.

I think I'll be a preacher.

, Sheryl.