windsurfing nation

went to granville island with malcolm. we walked for a while, then sat on a bench and watched the kids and parents at the wicked water park by the false creek community centre. it was a hot sunshine day with those warm breezes that makes me feel like i'm being enveloped in summer. i love warm breezes on days like this. seeing the water park made me want to go back to the summer of grade four, when we played at the beach with our clothes on and all we had to worry about was putting on sunscreen and wearing a cap. i would play with my sister and the neighbourhood kids, screaming delightfully for the pure fun of it. playing with waterguns. splashing water.

i was so incredibly nostalgic when i saw the kids play. i also kind of wanted to go back to volunteering at the ymca day camps...

i wish i had taken some pictures, but it would have been dangerous since there were so many little kids and their parents. i had my fat dslr. ah well. malc and i sat there i contemplated going down the waterslide. but it's different now, i don't know how to have the same fun anymore, not unless it's with my sister or family members (like my little cousins). it would be a different kind of fun, and since i am NEVER satisfied with the present and ALWAYS glorify/over-sentimentalize the past, i miss grade four and five! i wish i were a little kid. i am probably the only eighteen-year-old to wish so.

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we walked for a bit and found ourselves on yet another bench, facing downtown by the sea ferries this time. hoards of seagulls and kids chasing fat pigeons around. some dude played the spanish maleguana on his guitar, and his strumming and picking was amplified throughout the island. it made me feel whole and undivided, like i was 100% there and nowhere else. it was warm and my body was probably the same temperature as the humid, sweaty air. in silence we noted the people around us, though not focussing on them, and i lived a hundred others' lives while a hundred people passed us. they were eating their sandwiches and feeding the pigeons and biking and shading their eyes from the sun. one lady with hair as yellow as a lemon peel was sharing a cigarette with her husband. it feels amazing to feel so HERE and immediate while also observing other people. not quite like daydreaming but just as intriguing. malc pointed this moment out to me and i smiled.

holy dramatic shiz this post was. i am such a poet. meant in the worst definition of poet. hahaha


ps. went to Guu with denise and dara and malc. will post when i steal pictures from denise.
pps. read THIS from stereogum. so fucking funny.