My childhood friend came by the other day. We talked, walked, ate and shopped (ok, that's just me). We laughed throughout while reminiscing about the old days. Blk 422 was the witness of a beautiful friendship formed.



So we started off with the classic 'japanese talk', with a doughnut and a bottle of mineral water. And those days, when some kids got noisy, we'll scold them, yea, in japanese. Wadahell, i know.The centre aisle used to have different heights of stone stools? ok, maybe chairs and we used to play crocodile or we'd run from one end, hopped on the stone chair, touch the used-to-have-a-letterbox (picture below) and run back.When there's a huge piece of cardboard lying around, we'll use it to slide down the slope.We used to peep on couples making out before or after our religious class. Yes, the irony. And then we'd laugh.

I miss my childhood days. I miss Kartika!



Went for Tampines west's graduation cum concert. I taught these kids 2 years ago yet it seemed like just yesterday i left them. They've grown up so well and who could have taught the quiet ones are so good at dancing. Im amazed. Im so glad i worked there once. The staffs are great and they all remember me. I should thank KARTIKA for accompanying me. :)










Hari raya with the nurses to be..
changi-ians. ahah.













my room/home









amaliNA, haryaNA, mardiaNA, herdiaNA.

Three weeks before prcp. Bring me out please......