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22 January 2009: Going down memory lane.

As I was tidying up my cupboard and such, I uncovered many objects which led me back to the past.

The times when me and my brother named our stuffed animals.
The time when I was so happy because my mum bought me a bag for no particular reason (now realizing it was sort of her last gift to me).
The times when our whole family went to Har Par Villa for mum's company family day.
The times when mum brought me and Matt to some disney thing.
The times when mum would make lanterns for us for the lantern making contest.
The times when the my kindergarden would organize activities.
The times when me and my brother were so close (he made me a gift box when we were in primary school, bought me a cushion when I moved on to secondary school).
The times when I loved the little bear given free with some ice cream (me and Matthew had one each. Mine was green, his was red, named aaron).
Also reminded me of the cedar times, looking at meredog and the different birthday gifts.
The little pink devil reminds me of the sec 1 times when me, Ping Siew and Lovie would go bugis often.

That's quite a list.

The thing I miss most about the past is having a close family, when Dad, Mum, Matt and me had so much fun together. And also the times when our extended family would gather at grandma's house everyday for dinner.

Through this journey down memory lane, I got to know myself a little better. I know I am a sentimental person. So I guess I will need a whole room to store my memories. The past is just like a tattoo on my heart, always reminding me of who I am.

Closing the doors of my cupboard, a feeling of sadness overwhelms me. I'm nearing 20, and can never ever go back to those beautiful moments. All that's left of the past, is memories, which I will never want to forget.

This journey down memory lane is super tough. It's so hard to let go of the beautiful past. I finally understood why memories are the most beautiful, and can never be compared to dreams of the future.