reminiscences of my childhood

Remember this colourful biscuit? It was one of my favourites when I was in primary school. I will munch on it, popping them into my mouth non-stop. The pastel colours of the sugar on top of the biscuit always fascinates me.

It seems just yesterday when I used to go to school with a humongous bag on my back and a water bottle in hand. Even though my childhood days have not been any glorious roll of drums, I now look back to it with a wishful longing...all the joys of childhood and adolescence that will never come again in life.

These are the years when we live in a world beyond all pretences and hypocrisy, these are the years when we actually learn how to grow, from a juvenile to a young, trustworthy human being.

Now that i've nearing a-quarter-of-a-century old, the colours of life have slowly change to a different shade, from the pastels on the biscuit to psychedelics in our mind.