It was that solemn peaceful feeling- I wasn't feeling sad, but there is this quiet contemplation that keeps me somehow laying in bed on my side and just refusing to get out of bed. The sun is up and the house is peacefully asleep. I know I have to get myself to school this morning. I still have a few more tests and a few more modules to do. At least I am getting one step closer to my goal. It is moments like this - when I wonder "what happened?" what changed? and I know that things will never be the same as they used to. I realize that I long for my childhood moments when everything seemed so new, so fresh. I sometimes wish I could just go back in time and feel what it is like once again, to have such simple and happy and pure presence. I think of all the wonderful memories of my childhood in Baguio City. My thoughts were on my family. My Mother, Father and siblings. What our house used to look like - the details of the interior - I try and recall as much detail as I could. I try and remember my childhood friends. The toys I used to own. My clothes and what I used to wear to go to school. The littlest things I used to ignore in the past I now clearly remember. I wonder whatever became of them, and I wonder what ever bacame of those people? I guess I really wasn't paying that much attention. Time does it's thing and makes me feel humbled. No matter how I try, I can never hold on to the past. It simply slips away. I long for the same wonderful experiences it gave me but it will never be the same. Never be the same.