The first time you do something is always special, it may not be the best experience, but it will definitely remain in your heart for its the first time you did it

I remember the first day in school; I remember the rain, my new umbrella and the kind someone who walked me to my new class

The first big fight I had with my first best friend ever..it was over an eraser

My first dog..he was too naughty for my young mother to handle(my dog and me combined that is )

The time I thought my mom forgot me (I was in a big barrel of rain water enjoying myself but couldnt see my mom ) and that was not very pleasant I can tell you

The first time I saw my little sister and held her in my arm..perhaps the sweetest of my memories..she was so small and pink and cuddly .

The first time on a bicycle..the wind on my face. The triumphant feeling that i could ride on my own..

Dad trying to put me to sleep(around 3 yrs old) and I do remember walking away after I return the favor!!!...

Climbing trees..

Jumping walls (ooh ..mmmm..)

First bee sting (ooww)

First time I got caught for readin a novel during study time (mom was so mad at me ...)

The first crush…

First time in fornt of the wheels

First time behind a bike

the first drink

the countless first times I have had …..

we all have

makes me wonder …whats next, whats new, whats the next thrilling and new experience

life have in store for me ?

for this quest that keeps me going on those days that life seems too boring

those days when you feel you are missing out on

the memoreis of those first times .. even those second or third ones..

of fun , love and happiness......

J

Hope

To know that one has nothing more to hope for is quite disheartening in fact I will go so far as to say that the desire to do better too might die out. Then again a person with sense will realize that hope never dies. It lives on no matter how hard. A little knock and the subsequent fall do not mean that it is the end. The initial shock of the extinguished hope might be hard but then again it’s better to know the truth than to wonder and hope about what might be and what might not be!! If what might be or might not be does not coincide with what one wants it to be then the hope in self might die down. If one looks at the bigger picture it is better for the hope to die and then move on, for life, if nothing else is all about new beginnings. J

there are those days when i wake up early....rare as they are, i cherish them...

i like those days when i have the time to laze about in the bed , jus a lil awake yet a lil asleep. trying to catch the remains of that sweet dream....

looking out the window, i see the sky playing peek a boo with the leaves of the coconut trees, my sleepy eyes see diamonds shining through....

jus to lie in bed..and listen ....simply listen to others wake around you!!

those morning sounds ....i miss coz i am last up on a normal day

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its sad that i dont wake up early more often....

then again...

could be i enjoy these precious mornings more coz of the rarity of it..

those slow days

there are those days when the time seems to stop and you are simply existing like in a limbo. though you see people around you, active and creative. the urge to simply be and not be a part is so strong that though slow a day the end is closer than you thought. yet life around is more interesting to observe when one is not participating. in the group yet apart .to observe . to know that you r simply watching and not participating. for to participate would mean that the haze be removed. a haze which is to be enjoyed ?.....