Alice and the Lost Boys made my day

I went berzerk this afternoon (yet again) and I bought things I know I don't need. Being the semi-compulsive shopper that I am, I bought four VCDs and a magazine. Unlike my usual post-splurge(s), I'm glad with my purchases--especially the VCDs. I almost bought 10 but I decided four would do since my budget for the day didn't permit me to spend more than 500 pesos. The VCDs were on sale for 100 bucks each so what the heck, right? Who in their right mind would feel bad about buying Disney movies? I got Mary Poppins, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, and Aladdin. I was a bit disappointed they didn't have Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Anyone familiar with that? Remember the song in that movie?

Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang We love you.
And, in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang What we'll do.
Near, far, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Our fine four fendered friend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Our fine four fendered friend.

Anyway, I'm really happy with the purchases I made. For one thing, it's been quite a while since I last watched a classic Disney movie. I'm a Disney kid, you know. I learned that a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down, that even if Neverland is a fun and exciting place to go to we always have to grow up like Wendy, that the Cheshire cat is really annoying and misleading, and that someday my prince will come and sweep me off my feet and hopefully I won't eat any poisoned fruit (if I'll be careful and if I stay away from bitter old hags--hahaha!).

Fact of life: we grow up. Things get more complicated, priorities change, responsibilities pile up, people are more difficult to read, and becoming routine-dependent helps us survive the hustle and bustle of adulthood. We yearn for the days that all we worried about were homework, if our baon would be good, if our class would win against the other class in a game of agawan base.

I guess why I was so happy chancing upon these simple Disney movies was because for a moment I was a kid again--excited to watch Alice and her adventures in Wonderland, to feel sorry for Tinkerbell because she felt jealous of Wendy and neglected by Peter, to laugh at Genie's crazy antics while Aladdin struggled to keep his secret from Jasmin that he wasn't a prince, and to sing along with Mary Poppin while she tried to make Jane and Michael drink their medicine and clean their room.

Holy Week just started, and I guess this would be the right time for me to be a kid again. No, I won't start playing Chinese garter. And no, I won't start wearing my hair in pigtails or braids. This week, I'll just forget about work, forget about balancing my finances, and forget about how being thrown in the world of adulthood feels like being thrown in a tank with sharks just ready to chomp off a part of you. For a few days, I'll be a kid again: no stress, no worries. If anyone will look for me, don't even bother (haha!). I'll be running all over Wonderland with Alice, fighting pirates with Lost Boys, and soaring off on a magic carpet.