i brought elaine to have some asak laksa the other day. its sold by a relatively young couple in the mid 30s on a white van, near paramount. i shall not elaborate on how good it is, it just is, esp after adding fish! :)

anyways, to get back, we have to pass ss2, and that was where i stayed for the first 12 years of my life. everytime i pass by my old house or even just the area itself, i find myself missing and thinking back of my childhood times- how carefree, how innocent, how very fun.

i remember my childhood friends like jia ning, simon, jia wei and caleen and eleene. we were all staying on the same road, so we always go to tuitions and whatever nots together..

for the first few years after shifting, i would still miss my old place terribly, secretly fantasisin of staying there again. altho it was small, it was cosy and welcoming. it was after all where i spent most of my time then.. its also extremely convenient, with pasar malams on mondays and thursdays, and all the shoplots within walking distance.

and i wondered, how come this feels so familiar? then it hit me. i miss someone as much as i miss my old place. its the feeling of growing up, knowing clearly that i cant return to the same place anymore, cos even if i did, it wouldnt be the same anymore.. but ive learned to accept it as it is.

that familiarity, freedom and happiness, i'll just have to keep alive in my memory..

just like a tattoo, quote jordin sparks.

:)

- 7.37 pm -

xoxo, yvonne.