For two consecutive nights, I have been munching on Mac's Twister Fries©. After visiting my grandpa, we request for our dad to take a detour to the nearest outlet, dash into it, and emerge, faces beaming, with a packet of said fries. I feel like a kid, asking my dad for the $2.80 with which to buy it, but in a sepia-toned way. Even more nostalgic are the spiced-up, sodium-filled carbs my siblings and I imbibe. Nevermind if I can't exactly remember how the originals taste anymore. Nevermind if I fall to some diet-related debilitating disease later on in life; the Twister Fries© aren't on the menu, dammit, which can only mean one thing: their appearance is For A Limited Time Only!
Eating those fries bring back memories of the times I spent in my early teens at my neighbourhood A&W's (with their superiorly-christened version of the snack, the Curly Fries). Remember, Daphne, of the times we met there? Of the Take That CD you presented me as a Christmas present (was it?), even though I struggle to recall that long-vanished band's moniker now? Remember how, many years later, we trundle down to a Clementi outlet, supposedly trying to re-live part of those memories, only to bite into waffles which merely left us with sore gums?
Hell, I even remember sneaking to the former outlet to sneak a peek at a certain somebody who at that time was temping as part of their kitchen crew. And being goaded into saying hi, and seeing his surprised face, suddenly taking on a shade of bashfulness that all but washes away the focused look of concentration before that.
Aw shucks! I should stop this mawkishness before I drown you people with my sentimentalism.
Eating those fries bring back memories of the times I spent in my early teens at my neighbourhood A&W's (with their superiorly-christened version of the snack, the Curly Fries). Remember, Daphne, of the times we met there? Of the Take That CD you presented me as a Christmas present (was it?), even though I struggle to recall that long-vanished band's moniker now? Remember how, many years later, we trundle down to a Clementi outlet, supposedly trying to re-live part of those memories, only to bite into waffles which merely left us with sore gums?
Hell, I even remember sneaking to the former outlet to sneak a peek at a certain somebody who at that time was temping as part of their kitchen crew. And being goaded into saying hi, and seeing his surprised face, suddenly taking on a shade of bashfulness that all but washes away the focused look of concentration before that.
Aw shucks! I should stop this mawkishness before I drown you people with my sentimentalism.
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3 comments:
awww..u remember! i remember too..and the little jukebox... rite? :) :) i do remember visiting clementi one too, now that u mention it.. the waffles v hard? heh..
and i still remember u slipped an emil chau cd into my mailbox one year christmas..:)
haha yeah! I remember only too well... the jukebox, the not-so-clean toilets... even the black-and-white decor of the place... haha... yah waffles v hard...
Yup heh my dad drove me to your place just so that I could slot it into your letterbox... think recently you did the same with a card? Haha only thing is cannot slot, so you ended up walking upstairs to give it to me... and you saw me frantically trying to knit a scarf... haha (which turned out very lopsided by the way... >.<)
man... those were the days...
:D hahaha..tt scarf time seemed not v long ago! but its actually last xmas liao hor.. wah..
gd to remember warm fuzzy memories like these.. :)
hey! when u free next wk? time to meet up so i can give u ur bday surprises. ;)
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