i miss the odac table in the mornings and afternoons
i miss mugging into the wee hours of the morning listening to glenn ong
i miss eating breakfast on the sofa and falling asleep
i miss drawing on classroom tables
swimming lessons on sundays
going to kap every friday afternoon in primary school
the s-11 foodcourt
i miss the fishball noodles at blk 139
i miss singing the national anthem
i miss struggling upslope branch by branch
i miss shirley manson
the long talks on the telephone i only had with liza emily and you, millie
blk 77 'mama jia'
roaming about junction 8
abacus lessons i'd smoke through
i miss singalong sessions
i miss 'stupid' excursions
everyone i knew but don't see anymore
i miss poster colours and drawing blocks
complaining about boybands
my very old and now defunct celebrity website
royal jelly, marks and spencer pancakes
i miss prize presentations
i miss the paddy field behind the school in vietnam
and filing notes when they got too thick
the heady bitchy days of the establishment
and the best dream i ever had which i woke up from feeling all fuzzy and happy