I miss the past. i miss my kindergarten.

i miss the trees tht looked like brocollies outside my kindergarten.

i miss my childhood friends, though i hv forgotten about their names. I all remembered is tht i hv very good friends (a girl and a guy)

I remember the fierce auntie at the canteen who cooked food for us. I miss the ugly but tasty green bean soup she cooked.

I remembered the first time i saw blood, fresh blood. It was when my kindergarten friend's nose bled during art lesson, and blood tht smelt like metal dripped on to the hexagone table.

i miss my grandmother's ginger soup. She used to cook it for my siblings and i, when we were at her house during the holidays.

i miss the days when everyone i see and listen to, are handsome and pretty ppl.

Signed off,

Hornerella

To kids, love is...

When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.

When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.

If life is 'L' love is the whole alphabet.

Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.

Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is ok.

If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who hates you.

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.

Love is when I give my sister the best piece of chicken.

Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Jerry Yan.

If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself.

Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.

Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach heaven.

I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.

You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.

When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.

You can break love, but it won't die.

Signed off,Hornerella