Treasures in the Cupboard Attic

I couldn't sleep last night and decided to clear out my cupboards. Some of these cupboards haven't been touched for ages, and the thick layer of dust on the cupboard door attests to that. And I was surprised at the stuff I managed to unearth.

There were some of my old favourites clothes that I thought had disappeared. And to think that I could manage to fit into an XS blouse before. When did that happen? I don't remember ever being slim before! And my old favourite purple top. I just need to lose a weeeeee bit of weight to fit into it again. Actually, I think a bit more than wee bit is required. Darn! We all know what that means. Sigh.

And there was a whole pile of letters; from the 1st boyfriend, and then the 2nd, and then the 3rd, after which I didn't bother with being sentimental anymore. What's the point anyway?! The first love you never thought you'll get over? Now I have difficulty remembering his name when I last bumped into him. That was the first thought. Right after that, "Whatever possessed me even, to like someone who's now spouting a paltry moustache?! The mind boggles..." And then you realise with a jolt that you're no longer the same person you used to be. Back then, I had my whole life stretched out in front of me, and the possibilities were endless. Now, years later, I've lived and experienced life. I've made my mistakes and gone through the crap. I'm now a full-grown adult, with a suitably deep and dark secret past. Haha!

I'm not sure at which point things changed; at which point did I become a complicated person. Just like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

There was Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and there's now Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Same characters, same story line, same oompa loompas, but the story has changed. The original 1970s version was simple and heartwarming. The story it had to tell the world was, "believe in your dreams, and it will come true". 30 years later, the world has become a more complicated place, and the orignal movie has grown darker as well. Maybe this places Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka character in the movie; a jaded, cynical complaicted adult justaposed against the innocence and simplicity of Charlie's character. Charlie may be a nice kid now, but there's no telling what he'll grow up to be; very possibly someone who's deeper and darker than his benefactor Willy Wonka even. I'm thinking Muslims children growing up to be suicide bombers.

And how did I ever get here in the first place? This is what happens when you stay up the night to plough through dark cupboard recesses; you become incoherent the next day. And you write a blog that started out nolstagic, and ended up, well, dark.