10:00 pm

I finally went for that much needed facial treatment tonite.

She performed an analysis on my face and applied multiple types of products onto it (indicating that I am in need of dire repair). And there was some nice soothing music playing in the background. Strangely enough when she started applying one of the cream the smell of it reminded me of a particular event long time ago. It smelt like fresh grass. And I suddenly remembered myself as the high-school girl walking my dog in the field behind my house, and looking at multi-coloured kites flying in the sky. And I could even remember the sound of boys playing basketball somewhere in the neighbourhood, and how I found myself wondering whether any of them were actually good-looking.

And amidst all the hecticness of working and adult life, I had forgotten how much I miss home.

But of course if I go home now, the field will no longer be there. Development has taken over.

And I wonder if my dog (which was once the hyper puppy) would still be looking forward to take walks with me.

And I know I will no longer be wondering (or care) whether the neighbourhood boys are good-looking.

And I wonder, if anything will ever be the same again as in that world which my imagination still holds, everytime a smell reminds me of those times long ago.