Saturday, February 03, 2007
A Walk Down Memory Laneoh well... last nite deardear tell me he booking out at lunchtime ard 12 lyk tt... so ask me leave my hse at ard 11.30... then this morn he call me at 9.30 to say he booking out at 11.30 and ask me to gauge the time i leave my hse to meet him at cck... at ard 11.30 i msg him i reaching cck... he tell me his coach come back and talking to them... so he'll be late... i said it was fine and i would wait... afterall it was only at most an hour i would have to wait... he msg me at nearing 12 that he was booking out soon.... and juz after 12 he called me to say he kena confined and most prob cannot come out til 5... i said i would go home he insisted that i dun..... so i said i would wait for him at cck and when he book out to call me.... at ard 12.15 or perhaps even later... he msg me to ask me to go home cuz he maybe cannot come out til tml....
i have got nth to say... i am at freaking cck which is so darn far from my hse... roused from my sleep so early in the morning to travel so far only to find out everything was for naught.... i feel so indignant and pissed but i cant throw my temper cuz there is no one to blame... wadeva...
first i tot i would go to CP... budden totally lost my mood to go out with anyone... plus i was so sleepy... so i decided to go home.... taking the mrt.. i arrived at Khatib.. which is in Yishun... on an impluse i decided to get off the train...
Khatib was where i used to live b4 i moved to Simei... i would say i have alot of memories there... afterall my childhood was spent there... even though i moved to Simei at the age of 9... cirumstances there cuz me to grow up within 6mths... and hence of my childhood... wad i could rmb of were all linked to Yishun...
besides the street name... Yishun Street 81... i had difficulty rmb-ing anything else abt there... promises made by me and others to myself to come back had nv come true.. so this time i took a walk down this familarly strange road alone...
walking down the streets and finally arriving at my old block 874 brought back memories half hidden by time..the overhead bridge... the two storey Macdonald's.... the market where the fishmonger still has his store.... the stall where they used to sell durians... the upstairs which used to be the hairdressing salon where those years ago i cut my long tresses to chin length and went straight home to cry... the curved road where i used to cross waving my hand in front of me causing my mother to rebuke me saying that taxi drivers may stop thinking that i flagged down a cab and they would be very angry with me to noe i was only playing... my block number 874... the nursery at 874 where i used to study.... that lift that i always pretended to sleep when we took a cab home so my dad would carry me home up the lift... and finally my house.. door number 10-199...
going back downstairs... i found myself walking along that familiar road to my old primary school... and the school has changed alot.... turning to go back to the Mrt station.... i reflected upon the torrid of emotions that overcame me on this impromptu walk down the memory lane...
i came to terms with myself that time has washed away all the bitterness and unhappiness that these places used to hold.... leaving only the beautified memories that i have...
so there is no use looking back to the past and wishing wad it had been... for all u noe... these may juz only be wad u wished it to be...
My World. My Life. My Rules.
xoxo nikki
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