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Saturday, January 07, 2006

barney is a dinosaur....

Mr sun, sun, mr. golden sun...please shine down on me..
Oh mr. sun, sun, mr golden sun, hiding behind the tree
This little children are asking you
To come out now so we can play with you
Oh mr. sun, sun, mr. golden sun
Please shine down on me..

Yepp. It's confirmed to be a permanent thing. The doctors and adults call it the, 'Appreciation of music from children collections.' But i like to refer to it simply as, 'childhood deprivation.' There's all the difference in the world, you know.

I mean, how wonderful the world looked when you stuck yourself right in front of the television and imagine being in Barney's world. You get to sing songs to the sun (hence, the song above), dance around, prance about, pretend to be flowers and dress up in cowboy's outfit. Just imagine a HUGE PURPLE DINOSAUR (put friendly Barney the Big out of your mind and picture urmm...let's say, KING KONG) materialising right in front of you. The children shrieks, "BARNEYYYY!!" and runs over to hug him, as though they desire nothing more than to see a stuff dinosaur doll coming to life.

Where else you can enjoy such a simple worry-free life? Tell me, WHERE ELSE? In present situation, if you were to see a dinosaur (whether it's purple, black, blue or even rainbow in colour) appearing before your eyes...you'd either faint, run wildly, screams for help, or reach out for the nearest sharp object and pokes it in the eye. Think Jurassic Park now. Hell, sometimes childrens' show just doesn't stand on logic ground. But that's precisely the reason why we love it, dun we? A word of advice kids: Before you sleep, pray to God and wish that you never have to grow up. EVER.

Gosh. That reminds me. I hardly remember what my parents taught me. I mean, i am pretty sure when i was young, they had try to teach me how to walk and talk. But strangely enough, now that i'm all grown up, all they ever do is ask me to sit down and shut up. Completely opposite of what they once taught me. Funny really. I wonder when i'm getting my freedom. I'm a working teenager, for God's sake. And i need my parent's permission TO WORK LATE NIGHTS. Memalukan...seriously. Urgh. And in front of my manager that is. I can hardly hide my embarassment. Damn. Someone murder me. I can't stand it.

And i mean that literally.

Can't stand anymore. I'll go sit down.

Visit me at McCafe. And bring flowers. And a prayer or two. I'll die and make sure they bury me there. I can picture it now.

Nur Hidayah Bte Halim Sah (ID)
In Loving Memories
Deprived of freedom
1989-2006
Confuse, corrupted, convinced and cliche
Loving beanie and insane alien
Daripada Allah kita datang, dan kepadaNYA kita kembali

Soree. Couldn't resist adding that last part. =D

P.S: The bird bites. (Thinks Sirius Black from Harry Potter) And this entry has no dramatic significance. Deal with it.

8:29 PM