when i was a small kid...
i had a dream... a nightmare to be precise...
i dreamt tat monsters were chasing me...
i dreamt tat theres always something staring at me under my bed......
ha what a dream...


when i grow abit older...
i dreamt that a HUG crockroache was chasing me...
different from the monster...
why i know??
caz crockroache got wings....
and not my monster....
ha what a dream....

when i grow older...
i dreamt tat my parents leave me...
so i tried many ways to please them...
to be as good as i am...
i dreamt tat i was left alone at home....
and i have to clean the house myself....
ha what a dream...

when i came home from school after a tiring day...
i dreamt tat i got bullied by my classmates...
they hid my bottle... made me cry...
putting some worm into my food too.....
what another dream....

and every dream....
i will wake up suddenly....
in the middle of the night...
and find my own bed wet....


i wet my bed when i was young....
muz be becaz of the monsters...
and den i will cry and make a fuss....
den papa wil come and hug hug and pat pat...
carry me.. and we wil walk the whole living room...
and we will go to bed together....

papa sae muz make friends with the monster...
den the monster will not chase eu...
i did... wad my papa sae...
and i talked to my monster...
i dun remember wad my monster say...
but my monster played catching with me throughout the night...
and every night...
i looked forward to going to bed...
caz can play CATCHING with my monster....

tats hows i conquerred my first nightmare....

den... the big big crockroache.!!
papa sae.. go and catch it and put inside my mouth and eat it!!
den no more crockroache...!!~
eu see...
no wonder i have a weak stomache...
caz i have eaten a crockroache before......
eewww....!!!

so everytime when i was still a kid....
whenever i had a nightmare...
he wil be there....

and so soon...
i've grown up...
cant possibly be crying out loud anymore...
and wake my dad up....
cant possibly ask my dad to carry me...
im way to heavy now...
have to do everything silently..
including changing my wet bedsheet...
i cant possibly... squeeze in the middle of my parents to sleep...
have to take it and face it myself with whoever BIG MONSTER tat comes bugging into my beauty sleep...


i dun hold my dad's hand anymore....
but i still remember the warmth of his hand...
and tat his hand was way bigger than mine....


hugs..pats...
coaxing...sayanging...
its somethg eu lose when eu grow older and older....

becaz pple always thinks tat as a grown up...
eu can handle things properly yourself...
and as a grown up...
all these are not needed.....
only a kid needs all these....

i like my pats..
they make me happy....
they makes me feel tat "hey im stil here...no worries..."

im still a kid.??. or i wan to be a kid..??? or i miss being a kid??
kids are good... kids are simple...
their emotions are all written on their face...

him.. this little boy boy...frm huiguan sat 4pm class..
name: jun sheng
he cry... he scream.. he hangs on his dad like a kola bear...
he vomit in class too...
but he is nice... he follows me...
and i miss him lots...
he hugs me... he give me a huggie...








( inspired by.. enzo+yuji+ now the show im watching.. )