Saturday, June 26, 2010


I remember the birds singing early in the morning, where our alarm clocks were the voices of roosters. Waking up with the sun, the grass is filled with moist of the cool night, just before the night falls stars used to gather in the sky. as i lay down in my back yard i feel like the stars are talking to me. i remember we wasn't rich but surely i was happy. I remember having a lot of friends which I played the most "boring" games with,but at that time, it was one of the best games. I remember the old buildings and dirt roads which I used pass by to go to my school, so one day i can understand English.This is the memory of my small village, which I also call it home, that i missed dearly.

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