The older you get, the less dreams you have.

When I was sixteen, I dreamed of a different life in JC

When I was eighteen, I dreamed of a cool life in Uni.

No one really dreams of stepping out into society to work. That's when all the responsibilities would start to flood in.

Looking back, I wish I was still clad in white and blue. In that protective bubble, unexposed to the real life out there. When I was very happy.

Or in that maroon skirt. Teenage drama issues. Crazy bunch of people. Tons of laughter.