Recently realized the little things happening around me are quite meaningful.

Previous night was hanging out with a friend and passed by an open area where the kids are riding on toy cars and motorbikes. Kids, they can play all out without worrying anything, or should say it's yet for them to face their future. Indeed I felt envious and I believed everyone hope to turn back time and be a kid once again. Well, that's what I thought and I found out the crowds around the playground were adults. I do wonder what's on their mind because they seem to be in their own world smiling away. Everyone had their days.

I don't know what's the word to describe myself but I'm such person, curious about the little things happening around me and I will keep it to myself first. Strange that I felt that it's an enjoyment. Maybe I've realized something meaningful for the day?

Not to get too emotional here, but I think that little things you do might make a great difference to the person around you un-knowingly. Saying that it's a form of responsibility could be too harsh, how about being more tactful?

Recently, I've attended my old friend's party and its real warm heart felt. Though it's just a simple concept of inviting relatives & friends over for a buffet but I thought such gathering was rare. Yeap, this friend of mine turned 21 this year, in fact, the whole bunch of us, going to (hah old peeps).

Imagine the house was so packed that you hardly have a comfortable corner even to stand, so the whole bunch of us were given special privilege to stay in a room. Meeting them again felt great though there were occasion times when we went out of topic. The singles came alone, the couples brought their love ones along, the bike lovers bought their 'wife' along too, blah blah blah. Guess it wasn't hard to recognize one for what he or she has recently been doing by what he brought along with. I bought a big bag along and they should have guessed it that I should be going for my trainings later, while those guys in real short hair are the army guys, blah blah blah.

Silly stuff we did again, 'open-number', and the 'sabotaged' one had to smash this plate of 'donated' plate of cream to the boy's face. Well, gladly donated from the creams from the cake from everyone. There we go and it felt like back to secondary school life again, just for a moment.

A simple birthday hug from this old friend made me thought how important this day was made for him.

It's weird when we were not of the usual topic we used to chat about, and our future was the focused. Rather heart 'sanking' when we only shook our heads and despaired face. Come'on, life's goes on.