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some places have memories you are so fond of that you never forget how it made you feel, no matter how much things have changed. just like how it has been almost 4 years now but every time i walk past damai, i still feel the same. i look at the benches, the shelter, the bus stops, the fences, the field and nothing reminds me of nothing. those were the days, the real days that we thought life was stressful but they actually weren’t at all. we truly made full use of every single day, every single situations, didn’t we? the downpour this evening feels like a hug to me, and now it just reminded me of this particular afternoon in sec school which the boys in my class played a game in the rain while waiting for remedial to start that goes like, “run and touch mr phoa’s car in front, turn 10 rounds and pluck exactly 10 grasses before coming back (and get drenched)”. teachers totally abhorred us but these memories..