Breathe.

She walked home, savouring every breathe.

"Take me away," She whispered to the wind.

It's amazing how your life passes so fast when you slow down and think about it. In a twinkling, 15 years have passed for me. I look at his small, kindergarten boy running in front of me, and his grandpa a little bit further. I thought to myself: What was I doing in K1/2? I seem to remember everything in a 3rd person way. I see myself doing stuff in memories, and never from my point of view. Then I thought again: What on earth would I be doing at the age of the Grandpa? Enjoying life? Living in poverty?

I don't know what life has in store for me. And when I do, I hope it's a pleasant surprise and not a rude shock. These 15 years so far has been great for me, and I hope it'll continue to be good :D

She raises her arms to embrace the wind.

She closes her eyes, and sees the world.

We won Queensway today. Presbytarian high was the venue and it practically put me to sleep. The hall was air-conditioned, clean and comfy. It was like a library (Only cosier.) Air con constricts your muscles, according to this book. And I think they should switch it off next time. It really puts people to sleep. Anyway training tomorrow at SPANS. My volleyball shoe ripped. Need to get another.

She walks, and she suddenly stopped.

For she was jolted back to reality.