Weekends

Weekends used to be full of activities, fun and warmth. We would find places to go, even just visiting a nearby shopping centre just to do window shopping, as long as we are together.

I remember the days where we will definitely make a trip down to OG at Rochor Road on Sundays just to buy clothes, as a family without any missing members.

The times when we only have 1 car, my father’s Toyota Previa, him as the driver, my mother in the passenger seat, my siblings and I as the passengers behind, making as much noise as possible. The warmth I feel is really comfortable and pleasant.

Those were the times I missed so badly.

I guess times like this are really history and without knowing it, we have already passed this stage of life and there is no way to “re-live” these moments anymore.

What are left behind are just memories and photos that you can only reminisce about it.

Sad to see how fast time pass us by and as a result you can do nothing but to move on and accept the fact that you can do nothing about it.