Wednesday, August 09, 2006
In the face of looming doom tomorrow during ward rounds and all, a beautiful stage was set today to remind me of hope, beauty and memories.
~Morning~
Tiong Bahru market. Goodness me, that was EONS ago. Every sunday, without fail, those fish-hunting trips. Ken still had his BMW back then, and we indulged in TFH (Tropical Fish Hobbyist), driftwood, and Serangoon North. Yep, even before my Betta adventures - planted tanks, lungfish, mini hamsters, English budgerigars, frogs and tiger barbs. Rose (Ken's ex) and Radon (my favourite trained Budgie). Prata outside my place with Ken and Steven. Steven's birthday party, frequent coffee at Starbucks near Delta Road and his group of friends.
On a side note, I went for the full month celebration for Ken's baby boy today! Eeeeeeps. It was totally surreal, somehow. Friends getting babies. OK, granted that he's 6 years older, but STILL!
~Evening~
Somehow I managed to dig out an old compilation CD by a stroke of luck. It included such tracks as "Never Ever" (All Saints), "Genie In A Bottle" (Christina Aguilera), "Backstreet's Back" and "I'm Missing You" (Backstreet Boys).
These were the days of Clementi Gym (where I bumped into Tooh FS one fine day), my old pair of Roces Barcelona skates (mine were silver, not green), playing in mud at kent ridge park at 10pm, swimming in the sea off Sentosa at 12am and splashing around inside the Merlion fountain at 2am.
Such fond memories! I have no idea where all that time came from, no idea at all. And I'd never have dreamed that I'd be taking this path one day - no, I'm not one of those self-professing "I've been wanting to do this the very day I was born" kind of person. Perhaps, those were days where I had HOLIDAYS. Real ones. Stretches of 2-3 months, when you could really hang out with friends, and honestly tell them that "let's meet tomorrow night" every single damned night. Times when you get home at 4am after a whole night of skating and cycling, and waking at 11am the next day only to get to the gym at noon, then meet up again at 8pm. It was pure indulgence, nothing less.
Days when life was really multi-faceted. Days of silly school camps. Days of bitching at school.
This entry's really truncated - words could never describe the depth of emotions I'm drowning in right now. It's overwhelming, empowering, and positively radiating. All of a sudden everything I've ever done seemed so possible - just fact, without mystery.
Wenky
10:53 PM
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