nostalgia

I am such a stick-in-the-mud.
I wish time could be rewind and allow me to go back to September 11 2008 because I wanna be on the plane to Wuhan.
And this time I am sure I will not bawl my eyes so crazily out. And this time I am sure I will not have this perpetual longing of getting my ass back to Singapore.
This time, I am sure I will go all out to immerse myself in the beauty of China right from the beginning.


I miss Wuhan and the days there.
But i know times are a-changing and Wuhan today is very much different.
No matter how many times I return, the feeling will be different because not everyone is there at the same time.
Huiting won't be my roomie.
I won't be sleeping Room 901.
Lao Gan Ma's alley food stalls has disappeared.
Some friends have grown distant.
Some classmates have grown into friends.


I guess this is how life works.
You can go back to your first love again.
I can go back to Wuhan again.
We can start all over again.
But nothing can ever remain the same, again.

1517 247 8517, i still remember my China number. -smiles wanly-