The passage of time is in the eye of the beholder.
-Einstein

i've got bruises on my arms from archery. ehehe. i get carried away sometimes. i shoot with a couple of old friends. they used to be my playmates back when i still lived in valle verde v. they moved abroad for a few years. when they came back i contacted them and dragged them into taking lessons with me. we have fun.

we used to get into all sorts of trouble together. but we didnt car, we enjoyed it. i remember one of our favorite hang outs was this deserted street that ran along one side of the subdivision. we liked to ride our bikes there coz it was all downhill. there were murals on the walls that bordered the road -- fantasies and hopes. at the foot of the hill there was this little hut that stood over the wall. i think it was used as a guardhouse at night, but during the day it was our basecamp. we would stay there for hours just laughing till our stomachs ached. but that was a long time ago. i hardly laugh like that anymore. or so it seems.

its funny...when we're kids we wanna grow up so badly. but when we get older... oh the world is full of irony.