i remember how i used to plunge my finger into the jar of nutella chocolate jam, and i'll savour the thick creamy flavours with delight.
i had my daily share of fun where children around my age will cycle around the area, and maybe doing some dangerous stunts at times; while most of the time, we'll just speed, down the slopes, over the many humps, just for the pure thrill of it. i even broke a car's headlight when i lost control while flying over a hump and rammed into the car's beautiful body.
i will wake up at 9 to watch my early kids programme on television, and i'll do all the exercises from the assessment books that my mum told me to do. and in the evening, i'll watch my cartoons on cartoon network.
i used to be contented with little stuff like that. perhaps those were the ambition-less days. i had no goals, no stress, no worries. when i was that young, i only thought of the goods of being older, being out of my mum's radius of control. oblivious that the following 7, 8 or even 9 decades will be the worst of the days. oh well, i'm on my way to hell now. what can i do except to persevere on?
