Everyday used to be so much more funner n simpler wen we were younger, esp in e holidays. dad, my brother n i used to make our own kites n fly them wen i was a little girl. if only i can turn back time n do it all over again. dad teaching me to paint the most prettiest butterflies, catching spiders in the abandoned sites, going for mini-fishing n catching little fishies n tadpoles n wadever. meeting up wit all my frens in e neighbourhood, catching poor little snails n slugs for a race, running while pushing baby edry in the baby pram, climbing trees to see who can go higher, playing soccer wit e big boys/bullies, buying air batu from the famous air batu makcik haha, sitting by e door for hours for abang or bapak to come home, sleeping under the big chair, under my grandpa, just to feel safer, following dad on his big dhl van to do his deliveries, me n abang squeezing n hiding underneath the car radio wenever e traffic police is near coz it wasnt a four-sitter at e front, all e kids feeling cool riding wak aim's big truck every hari raya, gosh n so much more.

i hate growing up.

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