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in a mixed mood now..i'm somehow feeling tired, sick but contented at the same time.
my sister received a parking fine from her stolen car this week..so the police found the car abandoned at a HDB carpark where the fine has been issued. The car was completely empty (the baby seat, cds, the little hanging cross, insurance papers were all taken) plus the fuel cap was gone and there wasn't a single drop of petrol left. so sad :( why does the thief have to take even little personal things like the stuffed toy smiling sun that would dangle in front of lucas's seat, or the cross hanging from the mirror? i doubt these things would have benefited him/her in the least..its just like how if someone had stolen my wallet, i would be most upset by losing my IC, the little card from ruth, the photo of me and my sisters. personal things that matter most to us often don't cost alot, but they mean so much more in terms of sentimental value.. haha i remember how we would exchange the silliest little gifts before every band concert or competition. like for reunion, the juniors sewed us these long blue things filled with pillow stuffing which were completely useless, but it obviously took so much time to make them:) then there were the mini dustbins, the mahjong tiles, the photo collages:) then there were the many many innovative ways people wrote cards and messages..i remember hiuchee's cards were always the most meticulous:) all these cards and gifts currently reside in a huge box stuffed inside my cupboard in my room back in singapore..and i know everytime i sort through all the paraphernalia, i can't help smiling..cos although all of these things may be essentially rubbish to another person, they hold so much more in terms of memories and images for me:) i miss band :( among other things. ~me~ at 1:23 AM | ||
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