Too much nostalgia in a day can be bad. Today, I visited my two favourite places in Singapore.

I was out the whole day today. Number one- Stefanie and I were cheena at our best and sang almost half of the sappiest chinese love songs we know in the brain. Guess who I thought of most. No prizes for guessing since everybody knows the answer. Number two- And then we roamed Parkway. My favourite place in Singapore is Parkway Parade. Parkway Parade do not have rad fashion boutiques like Zara and no dope bistros of sort, but I still love Parkway the most because I spent all of my happy/fun/upset/angry days there. When I'm working, I'll be at Parkway. When I'm not working, I'll be there too. That was 2003 to 2005. I met my favourite friends there at my workplace and my ex girlfriend too. And then, the visits there just get lesser after we leave Fish and Co and with all that individual commitments to see to. Each time I visit Parkway(ever since Nov 2005), it doesn't feel the same. Today, Parkway hardly smell the same anymore. No sign of laughing Emily and her fish friends. No sign of the ex girlfriend at the door of Fish and Co. They all seemed to have bermuda-triangled. Gelare Waffles had become some retarded " Don Pie Club ". What the fuck is a Don Pie Club, you tell me. Jigsaw World closed. Isetan renovated. Everything isn't the same anymore.. not even the crew at Starbucks, let alone Fish and Co. Now that brings me to nothing in this world being forever. Because people change, time changes people, and most crucial of all, context changes. What an upset truth.They can only dilute into memories and these diluted memories will dilute themselves further... But you know what. I still love Parkway and I'm going to celebrate my 21st birthday there. Not cool at all, but I share something special with that place. And since I spent 18,19,20 there- I want to be there on my 21st too :)

Three days ago, I chanced upon this(click to enlarge)

Today, we tried making it happen. I'm glad you want to meet me, Wenling. HAHAHA.

Number three- Gardens. 2 years ago on weekdays night, I will be clad in pyjamas sitting down smoking like a pot at Coffeebean with Wenling, filling her in with my sad love life and fucked up life story. And then she will tell me what happened at her internship. That was how I got two supp papers in my very first semester in TP. Hahaha. There we were, sitting quietly at the sides of the small and round coffeetable (coffeetable changed.) Wenling reminded me of how I thought my mother was out of control because she was banging the door out of depression and reading the bible every now and then, the many complaints of school projects and assignments, and how desperately I wanted to be in love(as always).

I was 18 and she was 19. 2 years. 4 semesters passed. Now I'm 20 and she's 21. She used to buy me Tinkerbell. Now, she buys me a vibrator. I fell in and out of love twice. Singapore Idol finalists are no longer Taufik and Sly; today it is Hady and Jonathan. Today, we no longer take a bus home. We rode on Wenling's Vespa which she dreamt about since 2 years ago. Today, we have her purple vespa right in front of us. From blonde to black and blonde to black, today.

These tender words and laughter pocketed in memory. Today, I am here at the days ahead of growing up, journeyed to a point when one is ready to look back and smile.

Nothing kills better than a dose of reminiscence. Let alone three in a day.