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Desktop Confessional

KL in my blood.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

One of the best memories I have of being 18:
Sitting in Yi Wen's car, the clock approaching midnight. Driving in the heart of KL, admiring the lights that lit up the city, and having one of those conversations that make everything look so beautiful and life so sweet.

When I came home I wrote a little something to remember the day:

2.53 am, 26/11 2003

driving on the federal
streetlights guiding the way
signboards pass in flurry of green
kl seems so different from the day.
good music on the radio
better conversation going on
laughter comes and never leaves
a deeper friendship is being born.
we take the long way back
skip every shortcut and drive too slow
anything to prolong this moment of youth
to savour the hours were magic seems to flow.
but the road does not go on and on
and moments become time that have passed
but the ghosts of them linger
and forever they remain
vivid recollections that lasts. and lasts.

It's no wonder I stopped writing them.

  1. Blogger Embiggened! said:


    Late night drives do that to me as well.


  1. Blogger hyelbaine said:

    great post and a very cool pic to go with it. excellent! ;)

    Cheers!!! :D

  1. Anonymous Anonymous said:

    Hey liked ur entry. Nice. And ur blog too. :)

  1. Blogger meesh said:

    I'm going to smack you ah. Stop blogging such nostalgic entries lah! Haiyoh :)

    Making me all weepy, and I still have shitloads to study!

    But I still love you biznitch.

  1. Blogger Kervin said:

    Ah youth, wait a minute I'm still young too:) Freedom, Romance, Sweet memories, breezy air, fast car, good company. All a very sweet blend indeed. Enjoy while they last, best forever.

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