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AND SO I REALISED...

As my friends know... I have very much a deprived childhood..

I dont watch cartoons.
I never had a barbie dolls.
I dont sing nursery rhymes [well, till Hanis and Hendra at least]
I barely have any recollection of what I do when I was a kid...

But that is because I grew up exceptionally close to my family.
Some would prolly say- "Yeah, me too what?!"
But how many of you would actually remember the symbolism? or even care?
Because I didn't have much to do when I was a kid..
This is for sure what happens..

When one talks about Changi Airport, they think of travelling.
I would think of
- running around terminal 1. going there for dinner. watching the planes taking off.
- especially me, I would think of my Dad. Bringing me around on his vespa at the back of airport. Sitting in silence and watched the planes taking off all day.

When one talks about Geylang Serai, they think of people bustling everywhere.
I would think of
- the entire bunch of us taking bus 21 and drop of at Geylang to eat Komala's
- visit my grandmother.
- Hari Raya excitement to get baju raya with my sisters.

When one talks about beaches, they lamented how Melayu nowhere else but 'lepak' at the beach.
I would think of
- Us catching bus 19 early Sunday morning loaded with mom's cooking.
- Bathing together and tried to do some sand castle, often failed.. so we try to 'bury' each other in the sands.

When one talks about National Day Parade, they talk about how its always the same stuff.
I would think of
- Our family eating KFC at the stadium, catching the Parade together.
- Sitting in home and eat mom's cooking [or sis's last year]
- Laughing and criticising how some parts could have been better
- agreeing on singing the same ol' tunes together.

When one talks about family dinner, they say how food is all paid for by their parents.
I would think of
- the moments when the entire bunch of us dined together around the small kitchen table.
- Dad punishing me for not finishing my rice.
- Mom scolding me for burping.
- The sisters helping with cleaning of the kitchen and me trying to sneak away from helping.


Nowadays, we all barely have time for each other. We barely sit and dined together. In fact, we barely see each other.
To some, it's fine. They say its the growing up stage, everyone moves out etc. blah blah blah...

Whatever you say it.

There are certain things going through my head when I passed by or missed out something. Believe me, I can get extremely emotional about it, you barely realised that it was me.

So now, the fasting month has come again. and.. as usual, the first week of fasting month is the family time! How we all rushed home to break fast together. How we called each other who is still in the train/bus etc to inform that the time to break fast has come.

Memories that I hold so dear. The only memories I had as a kid.

So do refrain yourself from saying something stupid in some landmark towards your friends because you never ever know how she/he cling on this treasured memories..