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.:: The Writer ::.




.:: Him ::.

Soultari
Dancer, Lover, Brother
Commander, Teacher
Dreamer
22nd April 1986
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.:: Grumples ::.





.:: My favourite ::.

Loves Allah.
Loves Dance.
Loves Family.
Loves Cousins.
Loves The Bitches.
Loves Dancemates.
Loves Unique Maju.
Loves SNT.
Loves P.S.
Loves Dian.Dancers.
Loves Starbucks.
Loves Film.
Loves To Be Loved.
Loves You.


.:: My hatred ::.

Detest Falsehoods.
Detest War Fanatics.
Detest To Be Hurt.
Detest Being Alone.
Detest Nosy Parkers.
Detest You.





.:: Links ::.







.:: My Past ::.


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|October 2008|

|November 2008|

|December 2008|

|February 2009|

|March 2009|

|April 2009|

|May 2009|


Friday, October 3, 2008
Of Time Travels and Broken Clocks.

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Time flies when you open the closet and decide which colour baju kurung you want to wear for the year. I started choosing my own colours and sampings in Secondary 3. This is the 7th time I open that 'closet' only to realise that people has change so much.

I mean where was I when my young cousins grew up.

Surprisingly I was not the only one who feels the pinch.
Wan said: "Amin...please don't change..."

I guess we grow up not looking at the clock hanging on the wall... We become slaves to school, work schedules and our dreams that we forget the longest hand of the clock goes ticking unawares.

As I embark on a new journey, my family will not stand still to look at me. They move on chasing after everything they want. This year will be the last year, some of my cousins celebrate Hari Raya being single. The next few months, I am pretty booked due to their nuptials and engagement parties. Hari raya will not be the same anymore.

I miss those days when we meet.
I miss those days when we queue to get Raya money.
I miss those days when we would sneak out of the house and play catching.
I miss those days when make-up and beautiful clothes didn't matter.
I miss those days when Chai Chee and Bukit Batok meant fun and cousins.
I miss those days when everything starts with laughter and ends with me crying because I lost a game. hehe.

You know what Mimin misses most. Spending time in the kampung. I want to archive as many kampung memories as possible before I die. So please do not be alarm.

I hope my entries help readers long for a day in the kampung. Something we are so lacking of today. When you ask youngster nowadays what was their most memorable hari raya experience, they talk about making kueh, baju kurung and Geylang. Its only those with a kampung or live their days during Singapore's kampung period would know that the village is the birthplace of momentos.

I have so many to share. Which should I begin with...

Mimin's Gearing For:
Kak Eda's Wedding. 4th October 2008.

Mimin's Praying For:
Myself. To remain patient.
Wakskedooski to find a gf.

Mimin's Missing:
Zahillah, Shikin, Kikie and Awal.

It is our attitude at the beginning of a difficult task which, more than anything else, will affect its successful outcome.

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| 10/03/2008 12:56:00 AM |


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