to hear the soft muffled cough behind the walls. sitting with her at the window, looking past the glass panels at the wooden board behind, i wondered why it was covered up, i wondered what was behind. i imagined another household, another family. who knows.
wake up to a warm towel over your face. a steaming cup of milo and then a drowsy drive through the customs. then barely awake, we see the housing blocks that have been painted in rainbow colours.
the sun sat high in the sky. the activities in the field reflected its bustling energy. the over-imaginative minds going wild over greenish trees and possessed water. the ride back in the yellow school bus. i remember the mickey mouse sticker at the door.
to see the night remove its dark veil over the sky, to breathe the fresh morning, to hear the dew settling on the grass, the cool breeze patting the sweat on your face. to leave the house together and start a day off in the same vessel. even if it is just a 10 minute journey, it stays there, nestled in my memory.
the early mornings and the late nights in school, when there is no one around. just quietness and peace and a sense of bliss and tranquility. perhaps it is this tag of reminiscence that lingers in my life.
the wet days when the storm rages outside, the raindrops pattering against the window, and you feel safe and warm at home.
the mark of memories, forever imprinted in your mind, unable to be relived ever again. something you can miss terribly but it will never be the same again. i guess this is a sign of growing old, when you sit around talking about "those were the days".