us at amk macs..
AMK is where i grew up.. it held our my childhood memories n i really like the place.. but after moving away for almost 8 years.. it's so so different now..
but the feeling of it all is still pretty much the same i guess.. i saw jubilee being built.. used to hang ard the arcade aft sch n at hang ard macs w meirong.. then there was the first gen of bubble tea in bubble tea restaurants where we go try
then there was the market where my mama ll bring us there often n buy cny clothes frm tt goodlooking uncle at the shop haaa
i used to think he was damn shuai when i was young but the last time i saw him he still looked pretty much the same just tt age has caught up w him
cycling to the market to buy breakfast on holidays w my dad n bros
library w xy to borrow all the christopher pike n r.l. stine.. now u cant find these good stuff in the libs liao
haa they r the bks tt influenced much of my compo writing when i was young..
had a penchant for writing horror stories.. my cc compo teacher seem q impressed w all the piano keys playing on their own. apparitions appearing. n intestines hanging frm branches on trees haha
but lost my horror stories writing flare aft going to sec sch where it's more impt to train up the nonficition part of compo writing haha
anyway.. long afternoons of aimless wondering ard amk new town were beautiful memories of childhood spent w xy (sometimes yilong her bro too) haaa
those were the days.