the future really isn't that far away.

sometimes i think about my future life as an educator of the young and wistful, and contemplate moving to foreign places where a phenomenon known as 'cold weather' can be readily experienced more than one month a year. i then begin to wonder if my class would pick up on the g'day mate accent riddled with my linguistic laziness, and ask about my native grounds. how would i explain such a place to them? these innocent younglings who have never seen such a hot day in their lives as the common 35 degreers we're used to here in townsville.. would they ask - a town? or a ville? or possibly a village turned town through population growth? then i realised the powerful potential i really had under my presumably pink beanie and it got me excited.



and then i realised such youth would not have had the privilege of growing up with aforementioned powerpuff girls. not likely, anyway. and my happy dreams floated out of my head as quickly as they'd entered. sigh.