I had a very strange dream last night.
It was me, with 3 kids, and my parents. in the dream, the three kids were mine. :) two girls and one boy. or was it 3 girls -___- i don't know i forgot. all i know is that i had 3 kids. so my parents and I were carrying one each. we opened a door and we got stabbed.

Than i woke up.

Honestly, i woke up scared as shit To see 'my' three kids get stabbd, with my parents and myself like that. (makes me wonder whether and who the husband is)

So i woke up at about 6 in the morning and i started to think about how time has flied so fast. things are moving at such a fast pace. everyones growing up. my lil cousins are so much older. my oldest cousin sister just got married and moved into her own place, my brother is working.
A couple of us (the younger generation in the family) are in the finance line, a few are reading to be a dentist, lawyer, doctors, teachers, actuarists, engineers, accountants, pharmacists. Some are studyin theatre. It feels like too much too soon u kno?

I still remember the lot of us being kids, taking the trip to Buki Melawati, picnics, family gatherings, the games..christmas's at uncle ananthan's place, birthday parties with the barbie doll cake, Aunty Thilaha organising the games and everything for us, family vacations EVERY SINGLE year to somewhere. deepavali at premammah's house, sleepovers at adithyas',...I actually feel older now.

It's funny how it feels. give me a few years, i'll be married with kids in my own home. Things would change. People that you love and care for dearly are going to come and go. You'll meet new people that you'll learn to love and care for. It all seems so exciting, i can't wait for he experience, but at the same time, i just wanna go back in time just to relive those moments.