Ah Meng has died, and brought with her my childhood. Slowly, pieces of my childhood are whittling away. The ice-cream man used to ride into my estate and ring his bell, driving all the little children wild. The only handheld game used to be tetris. Pagers used to be the coolest accesories. Evening entertainment used to be cycling round and round the estate. Saturday activities used to be a trip to the pool. Gundam cartoons used to rule. Bus cards used to be filmsy pink things. Air-conditioned buses used to be a rarity. But now?

Now, cousins-bonding activities over the New Year comprise mainly of Nintendo-Wii-playing.

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1:12 AM