Hello sweeties! ♥
My cambridge checkpoint went very well! It was not very complicated and I used some words I learned during blogging in English! (: Very pleased and a little proud haha. Anyway, prepare for a granny-like post; about the good old times. With a strawberrytea-twist haha! (:
I seem very moody on this picture. It was too early haha (: BTW, I was wearing trousers, wooooow :D
I already told you I am reading 'Pitty' at the moment. It's about a girl who goes to boarding school around 1950 (a school where you also sleep, eat and stay untill the next holiday. You see those in England a lot. Since it's an English story, so far so good!). There are six books about her and I love them so badly. They are written in a light-hearted, hilarious way. All the girls there are so innocent and pure... Lovely. It makes me think, 'What is going on in this world?' For instance, the girls there think it's not normal if you wear make-up before your eighteenth. And where did we, in 2012, end up?
Nowadays, it's normal to start wearing make-up from ten years old. As I said already, the girls are just so innocent and, you could pretty much expect it, I want to go back to those times. The time where it's not normal to have a Blackberry from eight years on and girls wearing bra's when they turn ten. The time where it's strange when someone acts like he or she is an adult by far. The time where you were ought to be polite to elderly people, instead of calling them 'old-fashioned and boring'. The time where you don't have to be perfect, where less girls are bitching around, gossiping and whispering about each other. The time where it was awful to drink any droplet of alcohol before your eighteenth. The time in which you just had fun with your friends instead of being so obsessed by twitter and facebook you don't have time to arrange anymore. The time in which 'popular' isn't the synonimous for 'arrogant'. The time in which swearing wasn't accepted like it is nowadays. The time just before the most awesome boyband ever: The Beatles. The time in which having underwear of Bjorn Borg is not a boy's first priority. The time in which people still tried their best on school, just to make their parents proud. The time where girls didn't kiss boys they don't know on parties. The time in which people still said hello to each other when passing by. The time in which people were satisfied with less. The time of Pitty (:
If have no idea whether there are any bloggers around who regonize themselfs in my story, thinking, 'I wish I could go back, too.' I am curious to hear your opinion! Would you rather go back in time, or stay here and live your life the way you're living it nowadays? Leave a comment, I am very curious!