I know a place that we can go to
A place where no one knows you
They won't know who we are
I know a place that we can run to
And do those things we want to
They won't know who we are
Let me take you there
I wanna take you there
I know a place that we've forgotten
A place we won't get caught in
They won't know who we are
I know a place where we can hide out
And turn our hearts inside out
They won't know who we are
I know a place we'll be together
And stay this young forever
They won't know who we are
We can get away to a better place if you let me take you there
We can go there now cause every second counts
Girl just let me take you there
Take you there
And so, the Plain White T had this lyrics in one of their songs. The song which has never failed to remind me of the good old days. Good times are hard to come by, no doubt. Yet, it is for this reason we hold dear to every good time passed. Before I go on any further, pardon me for this is yet another overdue post which has been delayed for months, since mid May 2009.
If you had asked, how life has changed for me? I would answer, noteworthy. Five years being out of highschool, life had transformed and is still transforming into a future which should I silently pray about and tell God, come what may. Above all, one thing remains the same. The friendship which had blossomed more than a decade ago. If I were granted the opportunity, I would proudly introduce the many awesome people in my life. They are people who had carved loving experiences in memory.
We went for different aims in life. We headed for dissimilar directions. We were separated by distance. Despite these hurdles, we came back for each other at the end of the day. No, I would used the word COME, since there are many more to come. The sense of closeness binds this friendship together and it's never comparable. Of all the happiest things we'd done, all the craziest events we'd been to, all the mutual understanding developed and all the sweetest future we look forward to, here we are, being history makers for one another in a historical town.
Of crossing borders of different states and we had the times of our lives. Malacca, we travelled. Satay celup, chicken rice ball, cendol, nyonya food, we ate. With feet, we walked. City Bayview, we stayed. Umbrellas, we borrowed. Nothing better than this. It's the best we ever had. *fingers crossed*
I'm glad we made this trip happened, babes!
Love, w.
We headed to Bukit Bintang today, and the crowd was still as massive. Aww.. the deco in Pavilion was so beautiful, we had to take pictures! Irresistable, you know? :p Shopping with mom is this fun. We're like sisters. When we see something attractive, we'll take it down the hanger and rush off to try it together. Yeah we squeeze into the same fitting room. At one instance, we saw a Cheongsam-like-dress from East India. We both liked it and took our own sizes to try on. At the end, mom gave up on the dress cuz she thought it looked too young on her while she just took mine to the counter and paid for it.
After a majestic shopping, bro suggested to have our lunch at T-bowl, Sg. Wang. It's the lavatory concept dining we had been wanting to go. Food was pretty good, I think despite the menu making it sound a little gross.
I'm back in Malacca. Tomorrow's the start of a new week again. SIGHHHH. The bad news coming along is, I'm the third person in the group to go for the end posting exam, which is like one week after this. :'(
