while on a ride towards the the review center i happened to pass by my former school in elementary. i cant help not to remember the way i snatched my girl friend's headband and soaked it in the water drum inside the male's comfrot room. our grounds then have square bricks and we used to play life-sized chess during our freetime. when i was in grade 2 i always played the soldier piece. much to my tantrums to play the role of an official, grade 4 bullies always had the last say on who to play what. when i was in grade 4 i was promoted from being a soldier to being a bishop or, often, the horse.

i have a friend of my age and he seem to have never got the chance to let go of his childhood. at the age of 23, going 24 this year, he has started riding skateboards and started doing the ollie. and he now has a 6-inch long 4-inch wide bruise out of falling from his skateboard.

what is wrong with our picture? i asked him if it is his second serving of childhood and he nonchalantly said: "no, the first is yet to be over."

that is what's wrong with our picture. i have grown too much that i forgot how to enjoy some of the simple things i used to love. what sucks is that i know this for a fact, yet i cannot move a rat's ass to have it solved.

i am tired in writing bull.. let me chill for a while