i was staring out from the window from my station in the eleventh floor weird enough i found myself reminiscing elementary days when i was still studying at St Paul's in Pasig and they have this big big compound where i really really like to explore. i was just given a chance to inspect almost every inch of the school grounds because i waited for my big sis' dismissal (which was 3:30) and i had a half day schedule then... it just feels good then to hangout in the library with the mix of smell from the old books and the rain's dew outside (airconditioning wasn't popular then) it's just one of these days when memories like that reruns. i like it.

hmm, thinking of memories lost, well i started to believe that there was something wrong with me because i kept on forgetting details from the past and i really found that so disturbing. Like for an example, like gatherings and important events like promenades and reunions. I would need someone to give me detailed story. ah what the hell.