Daily Prompt : Memories For Sale

Today’s daily prompt suggests, me to talk about

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

Across the ocean of clouds, shimmering small patches of light spread across a crowded streets in town. It was a Sunday evening and the sun was soon setting in, and that was where the ‘cool kids’ went. Dressed in their knicks and checkered pants, a V-neck shirt, throwing a cool blazer or a shawl perhaps to match the incoming crowd. the girls are ready to make do with what they have, their worn dresses were on the silver stand, in fact there were many silver stands.

The surrounding lights played a huge factor, that little bit of spot light, shines the glittery silver beads, a part of the black dress that was on sale. It reminded me of a disco light in movies though I might have seen it in one of those old collector’s item shop.

Strolling along past the aisle, tables were placed in ‘specific’ areas, and assumed that they were placed as a strategy to attract the biggest crowd. Clothes was the major player, in fact most of them were selling clothes, and at some point of time, there were jewelries and some section where random toys and gadgets were being displayed. I walked past these areas, trying to squeeze through the constant group of girls that was fumbling through owl rings, and shiny drop down earrings, the group of crowd that was trying to decide on which color USB cable matched their phone cover or charger.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but that moment, as i was glancing past, a few accessories on a random store, i came across something familiar.


Neither did The watches beside it , nor the random new plushies or new usb cables, meant more than what i saw. The ‘Digimon’ handheld game.

Wait up, before that, just click on the video first, if you want to have more of a feel, while reading this. 🙂

The memories of having to hold one felt like I was transformed back to 1999, where the battles of Digimon began to spread across the school like wildfire. The ‘awesome ones’ have a digimon packed in their school bag. During recess time, we would have fought each other in a ‘heat’ battle. Connecting the link between two of these games, facing each other with the handheld connected by a port at the end. I was succumbed to keep on going after every winning battle.

Back home, i had kept my ‘digimon’ by my side, attending to its food, water, medicines, sleep, training and most importantly its ‘shit’ . He slept by my bed, and we grew accustomed to having each other.

The feeling that has caught me by surprise, it reminded me where life was simple, and yet so mysterious. It also reminded how simple these things have kept me happy and entertained.

I walked past again, smiled at the owner, for she had just sold me back a part of my memory.

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Esplanade, I’m back again.

The days that brought me back to the area where a lot of things happened. I was sitting right at the same area over looking the Marina Bay Sands Tower, only during that time, it was under construction.

Now with the IR developed, I’m still sitting here again, except with another person. I would describe the whole place has not changed since much. The atmosphere has still the same chill ‘laidback watch the mellow river/sea along the borders’.

English: The Theatre and Concert Hall of in Si...

English: The Theatre and Concert Hall of in Singapore. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For those who know this place well, Singaporeans, will know that this area is at Esplanade, the durian shaped tree building.

Overlooking the area, i guess something came back to me. The flashback i went through back in the years, where i had a good time, shared laughters through long stories, The place where i met friends and lose friends, spending time with someone special, spending time with close friends, and new friends and so on..the Esplanade was a place of historical value in my eyes.

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Internship In the End.

6 months has gone by, it feels like the my internship ended with a blink of an eye. Though most of the days and nights working has gone by with lots of deep memories, I’ve yet to gulp in the fact that the attachment is now over. Recalling the past few days, I was trying to go on grounds to have a last look on the terminals. I went on a first person view of deep lovely memories, walking on the travellators, looking pass the gate hold rooms. Recalling the sun shining through the huge glass panels in the background, in a distant, seeing the trees surrounding the airport boulevard. A skytrain track built over and above the car park  showing technology as it is; efficient and comforting is the word. Skytrain was the ease of access for these tiring legs, and also those rushing moments during  ground operation for Flexi-gates in the wee hours of the morning.

From the morning briefings , to lunches at noon on a crowded staff canteen, the ambient and relaxing dinner on the Changi Recreation Club (CRC), the laughs and talks with managers, the coffee and tea drinks for late night supper , and the friendly staffs surrounding the airport.

I’m blessed to have the people who mentored me throughout the journey, and as much as they say I’ve changed and improved, it took a while for me to accept that, and truly believe that I’m a changed person now.

Confidently saying, that I’ve learn how to approach people better, and communicate better, it really feels amazing to understand, to be able to lead, mentor, the ability to maintain a calm person while reacting to difficult situations.

As much as the saying goes, never forget your roots. I started with a open mind, new and I willingly accepting ideas and face my fears. The team that had gave me the strength, pushed me. Team Charlie.

Somewhere along the way, new TM’s and DTM’s were introduced, there was a reshuffling.  The team that still kept going despite the challenges of having to know each other for a shorter period of time. Heads up, they were one of the best people I’ve met. Ones that I can always talk about with feelings, not only with regards to work but also our own lives. One’s that are always fun to work with. Work hard and play hard. The new Team Charlie along with the new batch of interns.

It helps me understand that life is ever changing. I managed to meet new people in school every semester, and so is the industry. New people are introduced, and we try to get along with each other despite the differences. Afterall, is it one common goal, to work in unity.

I will never have experienced this anywhere else, Internship has played a big change in making my life a journey worth remembering.

project365 – day 10


can u guys remember the days you used powder when you were young? well this komodo baby powder has been in my room for so long, it reminded me back when i was still crawling in my amazing pamper-superunderpants and i remembered grandma putting so much powder all over my body and my face will go all white like those actors in a chinese opera show.. well now i use it moderately on my face. what a memory.