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Sunday, July 22, 2007
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Just came back from "Watashiwa" for dinner. While waiting for the food to arrive, I was practically day-dreaming. I looked over and saw a family sitting beside our table. grandparents, parents and a lil girl at the age of 5 or so. They finished their dinner already but they were just chit-chatting. The lil girl's mum poured some hot milk she brought into the cup with a straw and passed it to his husband ( the lil girl's father) and he guide her to drink it from the straw. The girl drank it and the father kissed her cheeks. When I saw that incident, all I thought was " OMGOSH. So sweetttT! " It's in public some more. My heart was like.. so touched! Yes lar, I never see any FATHER kissed their princess in public mah.

That little girl's so lucky. So so so so lucky, i tell you. She's super cute too. Usually lil princess at home always get doll-up by mummy one. Tie pony tails. Tie two then put ribbons here and there then usually dressed up like real princess. What to do ? We can't choose our own outfit right?

Then, it kept me wondering. I still remember when I was still staying at my old house, I used to be very close to a neighbour of mine. Everyday in the evening, we would meet up and play at the lorong of ours. He would cycle and rollerblade and I would go cycling. Sometimes, we would play the usual kid's game. The chasing-after-each-other game and sometimes we would just play badminton. Our lorong was filled with laughters and voices of ours all evening until some aunties and uncles couldn't stand it sometimes. We have been VERY close friends since.. yearssss. After I moved house, we still keep in contact but not that often anymore. He still comes to my house sometime. As time flies, he migrated to Melbourne and I didn't know a single thing about it. I thought to myself.. " Why would I know anything? Why should he tell me anyway? I'm nothing to him what.." I didn't know until my brother told me about it. I was pretty sad and it kept me wondering. Now, he's all grown up. 16 years old. I saw his friendster just recently and he still look happy-go-lucky as always. Still have that baby face of his. Honestly, I miss him. I miss my childhood friend. My first, guy-friend and the best.
Besides that, my biggest birthday celebration was when I was nine and it was my bro's 18th birthday. So, we celebrated together and had a big celebration at Lok Thian. I invited him of course. We had so much fun there. Before we head to Lok Thian, he came to my house and tumpang our car. We played our favourite computer games.. " Sonic".. I miss those moments, a lot. As I said, I saw his friendster but I didn't dare to message him. I'm afraid he would forget me and I would get more hurt. Don't tell me you won't get hurt if your childhood bestfriend forget you after he left for another country la hor.

He taught me the first superstitions. During people's birthday, cannot give that girl/boy a clock, shoes... etc...

Clock because you want that person to die faster
Shoes because you want that person to walk away from you..

That time, I really belived. He told me those superstitions because I gave him a pokemon clock for his birthday before I knew the superstitions. On one of my birthdays after that, he gave me a clock also. But, I didn't mind. What counts is his thoughts.

As we grow older, we would experience times where we would loose someone we truly treasure back then. Someone we know back then, who was close with you before would turn out to be a stranger to you in the future.

I really wish we would meet again someday and laugh at what we had gone through before. I miss those memories but I never regret going through them with a great friend of mine, M.


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