When I grow up, and when I'm in my thirties or so, I want to move to England for maybe a year or two. I'll live in London, taking walks in Hyde Park, feeding the pigeons, eating eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast and reading the paper. Then I'll move to the countryside, where I'll live on a comfortable expanse of green, grassy land. There'll be a homely cottage at the side, with a white picket fence surrounding it, and tomatoes in my backyard, and pretty billowing curtains at the windows. I'll have a small, cosy kitchen with wooden cupboards, and big windows that allow plenty of sunshine in. I'll have potted plants and flowers by the windows, so that there will always be a nice smell in my kitchen. And when the sun shines in my kitchen, I'll feel like the happiest person alive, and I'll dance to Jason Mraz on the radio, holding a spatula in my hand and wearing a pink apron at my waist, with a pot of spaghetti bubbling on the stove.

I'll have cows, pigs, chickens, and sheep. And when the sun is setting, I'll chase after them on the green fields with my trusty collies. One will be a female, and the other a male. We'll herd them back into their pens, and I'll rub each and every one of them down and talk to them, and asked them how their day went. Or maybe I'll just have my two dogs and a horse, because I know I wouldn't be able to kill the animals for food or sell them off.

I'd be happy and smiling everyday, and I'd have a million crowfeet and I wouldn't care. I'll run and jump through my green fields, laughing, laughing, shouting, letting the wind carry my happiness through the air and infect everyone else with it. I'll carry a metal bucket and collect water from a meandering stream that runs through my green fields. The water will be clear and there will be little fishes darting about.

At night, I'll lay out a blanket on the grass, and lie down, facing the vast, velvet black sky, with my two dogs and horse beside me. I'll be able to see millions and millions of stars and constellations. Maybe I'll even get to see the Milky Way. The air will be cool and brisk, and I'll breathe it in, in deep lungfuls. I'll close my eyes eventually, and fall asleep underneath the diamond-studded sky.

Life could be so simple, so beautiful.

To read Enid Blyton books again, and put out a blanket on the floor of my parents' bedroom, because they had air-conditioning, and sit on it with my brother, and pretend that we were in a magical wishing chair, going to exotic places, fighting bad goblins... Believing that there were pixies, fairies and elves in this world. Pretending that we were characters from "The Secret Island" and escaped to a secret island from our evil aunty and uncle, whom we lived with because our parents supposedly died in a plane crash, and we had to build treehouses and pluck wild strawberries...

To accompany my mom to the market again, so that we could buy Precious Puppies, which came in little packets, and then go home and play with them. In the early morning, we'd walk to the market with our mom in our PJs, holding hands.

I'd give anything to have a day to return to my childhood again.

A quick update on how studying is coming along: Rather bad. I keep forgetting that I haven't finished European history. Drat. There's a lot to cover, and so little time. Even though I've been studying everyday for the past week, somehow I haven't finished everything. Or I can't seem to remember anything. Sigh. And even after the block tests are over, I will still be so busy. I have to settle the thing for the CCA tshirts, do the project for Pre U Sem, and not forgetting going for trainings.

I've always hated having my life so jam-packed with activities. I prefer languishing around, having time to do whatever I want to do. Going to the mall to catch a movie just because I feel like it, watching TV in the afternoon, playing badminton, going to the reservoir to jog...

Things change, and I guess I have to change my lifestyle as well.