I’ve been dreaming about my ex lately – my ex, my first love. Now of course I wasn’t thinking about him nor was I trying to remember the good ole days we had together. It’s just weird that I’ve been dreaming about him every night for 2 consecutive weeks. And of course, I told my fiancé about it – in which he said that maybe he (the ex) was doing some black magic on me. LOL (but then again, it could be possible, no?)

However, yesterday’s dream was different. I did not dream about my ex. I dreamed about my childhood days when I was still a much younger girl wearing mini skirts and ponytails. I dreamed about my best friend and how happy we were being a little girl with no responsibility in life whatsoever. We were oh-so-free.

Those days, we do not have Internet access to help us with our school works. We depend solely on our teachers, friends or parents to help us. What we had was well-respected teachers, delicious and cheap canteen foods and silly games like ‘buaya-buaya’ that I doubt children these days still have.

I hope I’ll dream about the first time I stepped into the kindergarten tonight because it would be awesome to see Sr. Bernadine once again!