thats the reason why, realm of reflection is goooooooddddd ……
the last time i check’d in here was the time where i was sitting in a classroom filled with white tables with white walls and blue rolling chairs.
and i knew that when i finish posting, i would be posting my reflection journal and thats the end of class for me. End of class doesnt mean end of my day though. after which, i would give Miss Sunshine a text or perhaps she would already text saying ” class ended “
so now what? the generic stuff we would normal do wold depends on the days of the month though.
good times would means deep pockets and bad times would mean empty pockets.
good times, its more like you name i get it.
bad times, its more like i want it you dont want it we cant have it.
i shant say much about this, as times has change over the years now. seems that my vivid memories of that school only spells her name on it.
i wish her the best of luck in whatever she does. but i hope she would know out there that, there was never a day, her name never fails to come out of my mind.
may peace be upon you, my dear.
