Earlier this evening, i dropped mum off at the mosque.. instead of heading home immediately, i took a right turn and drove around the familiar neighbourhood of kawasan melayu pj, where my maternal grandparents still reside.. a place that holds most of my childhood memories.. as i was driving down the road, a rush of nostalgia hit me.. the roads were so familiar.. yet, different.. the roads that i used to cruise on 2 wheels, i now cruise on 4.. instead of the little machine i had, i was maneuvering a bigger complicated one.. yet the roads felt just as familiar..
i still remember the evenings i spent cycling.. be it on my own, or with my childhood friends.. or the then boy that i had a crush one.. or perhaps there were 2 boys? oh i cant quite remember! no, i think i cycled with one, whereas the other, i cycled pass his house tad bit too frequently, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.. (doubt i ever did!).. i remember sneaking out, making excuses so that i could go cycling.. there was just something about cycling then.. it was almost an obsession.. a daily habit.. the way the air feels when i paddle my lil feet.. i felt like a proud lil child, in control of a machine.. and i felt free.. like a bird..
instead of taking the usual route home, i took a different route.. and passed our old house.. and i remember walking down the street with my sisters, and getting chased by the neighbour's dogs.. and passed the lane that we used dominate, with our roller blades.. where the tar road once skinned my knees.. and my sisters rushing to sneak me into the house, hoping mum would miss us, for fear the sight of red would anger her.. well we did roller blade at 10 pm that evening.. and if my memory doesnt fail me, it was a week night.. and we were supposed to be in bed, not roller blading! but.. boy, roller blades were defo the in thing then!
i then weaved my way out of the familiarities, and came home, to our fairly new home.. and went online.. and chatted away with a fairly new acquired friend.. and went to proceed to have supper with newly acquired friends too..
thens and nows.. and eventually, the nows will become thens..
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Driving down memory lane
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hey. you gave the wrong url la! wish i had lived in one house most of my life like you wish you had a kampung to go back to. i was an indoor kind of girl anyway so i guess it doesn't matter! no cycling/rollerblading nonsense ;p
haha! i totally get what u felt on that bike! i loveeee the feeling when i cycled down the neighbourhood, the wind in my hair and i felt like a king :)
and whoohoo! NO HANDS ON BARS! I WAS AWESOME :D (coz aisyah cant do it! :p)
heheheh! if u read this cha, i love childhood with u. and i know you love em like u love my urban legends!
but nadia. rollerblading at 10pm?? how old were you?! *hail* thats CRAZY!!!
oh wow. i dont know my name is masquesrade. when did i come up with something so fancy? hey bona, its syat.
masquerade?? i was figuring out siapa lah masquerade..
tak pe anis.. we had our cyling days kat college what!
and ahem, nanti i kasi your anak roller blade as his/her bday present k?? hehe..
syat, no hands on bars is the way to go.. WHEEEEEEEEE!
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