Memories of the Wind.

Saw 3 little girls who were probably around 4 years old returning home from nursery. I was walking beind them. Their parents were walkin in front of them, a chinese mother, a chinese father, and the other a caucasian mother. The girls were walking in a lesiurely pace, holding hands together and having a light conversation. Nothing seems to deter dem as they walk happily together, their hands swinging side by side as they sashayed down the walk. Haha. .

the caucasian girl was walkin in the middle, her golden hair brushing against the light breeze. to her left was the one of the chinese gal with a little pony tail tied with blue strings whereas the one on the right of the caucasian girl had her hair tied with 2 strings, one blue and one yellow. They looked so innocent and cuteEEEE. . . They suddenly halted to a stop, and stooped to observe a paper bag on their left with great fascination. On closer srutiny, i realise that the paper bag was filled with ants.

How easy to get children wowed and stumped? As we grow older, nothin realli catches our attention anymore. (How do i seek to get ur attention and to bring across my feelings? i dunno. . .) and seeing them holding hands, observing the ants, and oblivious to their surroundings got me emotional again. Emo emo benny. Haha u wun ever see guys of my age holding hands with one another ba. Soo disgustin or gay u would say. Societal norms. Hump! But i cant really envisage holding hands with my friends at all. How i wish to turn back the time? but i cant. i gotta make good use of my time and look to the future. I can be emo for a while, but after tat, i gotta move on.

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