My childhood memories seemed so distant yet so close. Probably about 12 years ago I used to live here. Well I don’t think things changed that much, but the crime rate has obviously increased – having to be super duper cautious towards anyone and everyone around me annoys every bit of me.

I miss every single thing I had in my childhood years, and yes I do miss my grandmothers scolding and caning, my grandfathers “feeding me ice cream when grandmother’s not around”.
I miss my grandfather’s fried egg and rice, yes it might seem like a super duper easy thing to cook, but my grandfather prepared it with lotsa “grandfather love” – probably that’s the whole reason why I never get bored of plain old fried egg and rice.
Though he was only with me for six years or so, I’d never forget him calling my English name at a very funny way, or watching WWE with him till it was very late at night. (WWE? Or did they have another name for it?)

I miss my best-est childhood friend. I remember how I used to love going to his house. From playing with Power Rangers figurines, to watching him play Pokémon on his Gameboy.
I remember his maid told both of us that we’d get married someday (not!). Things changed.
I guess I never really had a chance to talk to him after I moved to KL. We would still acknowledge each other once in awhile when I visit my grandmother during the holidays.
We grew distant, and I guess when we grew to young adults we never really talked. I still remember his kid-ish voice (yes remember when your brother/friend changed his voice from a child’s voice to a much much lower/manly tone? Really surprising)

Even after years passed, you never talked to me. I’ve been living here for more than 2 months now, and I’ve never gotten the chance to see you. (I’m guessing he’s hiding in his house)
I know you’re all grown up now. Going to a highly prestigious college and owning a car that’s NOT a Proton (Unfair; only child, bless you) I still wonder how you look like. You definitely had gotten a lot thinner and taller (Wild guess).

I wish you’d talk to me. You might not consider me as one of your best-est childhood friend, but I don’t care. You were my best-est childhood friend and I hope you’d realise that (I know grammatically best-est doesn’t exist) It doesn’t matter if it were to be a simple Hi or at least a smile.

I know you’d never read this. But I really hope you’d talk to me, somehow.



P/s : This isn’t an emo post. No. Not one.
P/s2 : I STILL LOVE POWER RANGERS. Pink colour, red colour and white colour ranger rockssssss. I still have that Saber Sword thing that White ranger has. ENVY ME – not.