Egg tarts are funny, they are funny to me. Its strange how I perceived it to be.. mushy, slimy, gross back then. I tried it when during the younger primary school days and I didn't like it at all. NOT AT ALL. A few months back, I decided to try out the famous ones from Pudu out of curiousity, and it was real good.
It became an epidermic actually. Been nuts about egg tarts from that day on. Ironically, I used to date someone who was crazy about egg tarts. Occasionally after our heavy meals, he would drive to this old run-down bakery and eat half a dozen of it while watching tele, giving me the ear to ear grin of a small ten year ol boy. I might have passed out a disgusted look as he savoured his dessert (I'm not very supportive as you see). Funny, he never failed to offer me some despite my lack of.. enthusiasm heh. Highly claiming how delectable it was, I would pass on the offer. Pity we couldn't share the joy together at that moment in time. It struck me just last week about the bakery! See, I've been getting these tarts from either DJ or Pudu because well.. they tasted pretty grand enough. So I took a drive to the old bakery nearby last week and bought some tarts to try them out myself. It tasted real grand! It was certainly nostalgic revisiting the place.
I wanted to share my excitement in a new discovery and say out loud, ''Hey you're right. Its awfully good!". But I knew I was the last person on planet Earth you would ever want to hear from heh. The taste of egg tarts changed me. Oh and tomatoes too. I hope my durian story would not alter like egg tarts ugh. We used to have Japanese on most Sundays as tea and be seated at the exact same spot. You would order two plates of raw octopus and I would drum those wooden chopsticks in anticipation for my favourite Sushis on the conveyer belt. I miss the food there ever since.
You told me, It'll be okay. But you were the one crying.
You told me, Let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt.
You told me, Let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt.
Things work out the opposite sometimes. I hope you accept, be okay with it and find peace in what you're searching for.
Be waiting for the day you learn to surpass the past and return as my good buddy again. I've missed you, friend.
Marking the one year aftermath in a few days time. I've never looked back :)
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