dreaming about primary school and how wonderful it really was, i just wished i had the chance to have some things now that i didn't knew was important then.
walking through a tunnel that is my former school's sports hall, i end up at a soccer court - everything's overexposed - as with most nice dreams. my soccer mates are running around just like they used to after school, without a care in the world, mothers waiting by the side with canteen food. the way my friends communicated, the way they could tell each others' intentions on the basketball-cum-soccer court, how they would just smile really wide even having just missed a scoring opportunity... it's all so zip-locked in the past. like a dream of a person long gone. it's past a decade since i was in all that, and i feel a sense of loss.. and i hope someone out there still remembers this part of life, having made an impact on them as much as it did on me.
sepang was greaaat. i need to routine-ise such trips. pave the way for more nice dreams.
