Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007

After turning few pages from the book I came across a title name “Childhood” It sounded interesting for me and quickly I started renewing those memories, at the same time I kept writing down some inspiring memories of those days to publish on this blog.
Childhood for me is like living a life dreaming, dreaming things that we never expect to own, but building dreams which act as a building blocks to build our future. In the same process as people do in their childhood. I also dreamed of lots of things and shared and enjoyed those moments with my friends of childhood. Going school is the place where I meet my friends. Everyday instead weekdays waking up morning, having a bath in the morning cold, having breakfast with milk and biscuit, going school with father in the morning breeze, joining friends in the class rooms and concentrating what teacher teaches came to be my very memorable days. Those feelings those time I sill remember as it is still picturing in front of my eyes.
School is my second home where I learn new things, a place where I experience new spices in life. Those days songs we sang were different, Way we sat and way we talked were different, Things we enjoyed were different. For me one of the most special and enjoyable day that comes within the year is school party or class party day. I like class party very much especially when it comes for decorating stage. Decorating class with colorful papers, balloons and cartoons really make me feel happy. And when it comes to say good bye to classrooms we studied and enjoyed with friends cannot be said as a happy ending. As we all know life goes on. And there comes time we cannot stop and have to move on with life.
Childhood is filled with lots of mysterious experiences; those days those moments cannot be expresses within few lines. What I can say is my childhood is like golden days.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007

It’s the sway in her hips,
the thickness in her thighs.
It’s the lust in her lips,
the love in her eyes.
It’s the softness of her skin,
the silk in her hair.
It’s the twist in her walk;
it’s the sweetness in her talk.
It’s the way she loves me
that makes me love her each day.
That is what I would say.
- Justin Hutchins -
