I looked up to the Sunday morning sky. I love the way they smell. So nice, and it so reminds me of my childhood days when I did practically nothing but looking out of the window and imagine. If I grow up? When will it be? Yesterday night, I went out with my mum to a coffeshop nearby our house for dinner. We walked past the community centre that my mum used to go for dancing classes when I was younger. hmmm, while we sat down in the coffeeshop, my mum met her old friend, which is one of her friends from the classes; together with her, were her children and I met my childhood friends. While we walked over, I pretended to not remember them. I don't know why did I do that, probably shy, moreover, we have not met for 10 good years. Them too, showed a non-chalent expression. Have them really forgotten me? Or they are just like me, refuse to acknowledge we were once good friends. I always envy when my friends around me talked about their childhood friends, who grow up together with them. I start reminiscence on how we had a rolling good times with the both of them were our mums had their classes. We will go into the staff's lounge, jump and roll on their sofa as if we were some kinda gymnasts, at times, I will gang up with the elder sis to bully her brother, but the next time when we meet, we will be good friends all over again. And we explore the whole of the community centre, going into every room that's not lock. SO childish, (: But those were the times I enjoyed, a so care-free, care-less life. I, too, have childhood friends, but just that we didn't grow up togther.
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Hi, thank you for visiting this humble space of mine. I don't blog as often as I used to because I no longer find any value in blogging daily affairs, although reminiscing the past is important because it's the past that made who I am today. But I will make use of other platforms. I would pop by here if I find any thought-provoking matters or current affairs that are worthy for me to pen my thoughts.