I run around my house porch, blowing bubbles with 2 year-old Ben. The weather was cooling, though I could see the hot sun hanging at the sky in the late afternoon. I heard a song blaring out from my neighbour's radio. A few young girls cycling back and forth. Then, I turn my focus back to Ben, he was too busy popping those bubbles. Haha I blow more bubbles and soon, Ben was in a bubble trap. I wish I did snap that scene, it was beautiful. He was saying all the 'wows', 'whees' and 'ehh', so cuteee.

Being children, everything is so simple. Being teenager, everything is so hard. Or is it because of our attitude? Maybe I should try to be childish full time. Imagine a discipline teacher scolded u but u put up a huge smile and say sorry teacher, I won't do it again. Haha never try never know. So I started to make a wish everytime I blew the bubbles. May I be childish always.... May I have full faith in God always.... May I score straight As for PMR.... May I respect my family always...

And oopss, I gotta wash my shoeees!!

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