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12 January 2008

MOMENTS


I've never been much of a sentimental person. Or thats what I think I was. Presents given to me I never really keep and hog. I never give much thoughts to the sentimental value of the gift given to me. But recently I have come to realize that, I am sentimental. But not in the way most people would do. My friends I know that are sentimental, kept every single things that they valued. I used to mock them saying they are 'garang guni'.

I am the kind that value my Prada or LV wallets or bags more than anything else. Gifts from people were often kept in my room for a while or a few years before I will hard-heartedly throw it away. Thats me.

But I realised that I am sentimental in a different kind of way. I cherished moments instead of things physically. The moments that are etched into my mind that I would never forget. Be it a simple milo satchel or a trip down the CTE tunnel. It brought back memories I can never forget.

Moment 1: Years back when CTE tunnel was first constructed, I was still a little girl. I was about 9 or 10. It was my first trip down the tunnel, I cant rememeber who was driving me... a relative or my parents BUT the trip down the tunnel was the 1st time i went in and the last time I saw my brother. I never forget that 'moment'.

Moment 2: Driving into Sentosa. I've never driven into Sentosa before. Till I came back from UK and met up with N for a short while. For a chat n a ciggie Break. I drove in. It will be a 'moment' that I will never forget.

Moment 3: A packet of milo satchel. Its something small. I always drink those 3-in-1 milo packets. But from 30th Dec onwards, I tend to see it differently. 30th Dec 2007, granny passed away. I did the night shift everynite at the wake. Every morning, at about 630am, I would be in charge to 'dress' and 'change' my granny. I would change her water for washing up and the toothbrush and stuff. I would also help out to make milo and offer breakfast to her. Making milo from the 3-in-1 packets. I'll always rememeber. These days, everytime i make milo from those 3-in-1 packets, I'll always rememeber the morning i made 'breakfast' i made for granny.

These moments, I called it: Sentimental moments are just some examples to list.... I have too many too many to list. I dont need to hog stuff to remember things. I rememeber the moments that comes with it. The times we had. The happy, the bad, the joys, the tears....... so many so many.

So I'm glad that Im not too hard hearted. Too cruel. Too hard. <---- (These are some things people said I am. ) On the surface, Im just trying to be strong, trying to be brave for the everyday life. I dont like things that linger around to remind me of the sad moments.

I have the moments that etched deep in my memories and that will be enough.


.Memories.MEMORIES.Memories.


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