Scents of Memories
Sometimes when I'm near others who are smoking, I'll purposely get behind them to take a breathe of second hand smoke. The aroma reminds me of the lunch breaks at Taco bell, the endless nites in Tekong bunks, the clubbing day in Phuture. I could almost hear the music in my head ...
The sense of smell is a tricky one, its hard to remember and replicate in your mind the specify scent of certain things. But once it gets to you , memories will start flooding in , till the wind comes and blow it all away...
The smell of Clinic Happy perfume reminds me of Cpt Phua.... the days of slogging in raven and the times we have road trips in his car, my eye's itchy
The smell of car air con reminds me of Gurdave's little calcutta taxi.... how we couldn't find it at Zouk Out sentosa, the long trip to sungei buloh to catch JB's sun rise, the drifting stuns near Suntec City.
The smell of algea reminds me of tekong toliet..... how i used to hate washing them, then as an instructors force others to wash them, I can still feel the chills going to the toliet at 3am.
The smell of CK one mixed wif Gastby Wax reminds me of zouk..... ladies nite, the taste of long island tea, the blasting music, the gals I met there, "Hi, I'm Rick , Rack, Rex. "
The suffocating smell of room with spoilt air con.... reminds me of raven 4 platoon office.... the stench on SBO, the days struggling to keep awake, teo O peng hanging in the corner, Desmond's guitar strumming Chiristian songs. Can't get enough of that.
The smell of chlorine reminds me of swiming with David and Ren..... the gossips at the swimming pool, the sun burnt skins and the great Ban Mian after that : )
The smell of chivas reminds me of Vincent..... his soft spoken voice, how he never gets drunk , how he finally got drunk, the heart wrenching love story he told one new years night.
The smell of carpet reminds me of the days in Fyspj room.... endless night of slogging , sleeping under the table, having the time of my life.
The smell of beer reminds me of Mr Pandian..... his award winning store room, his dedication to his work. His blood shot eyes after drinking.
The smell of leaves reminds me of my sispec days.... prone down, run, prone down, run...
A certain special scent reminds me of the girl I once love.... the happy times when we were together, the lonely nights when we were apart... I was so near I can breath her, yet we are never meant to be.... so near yet so far....
The sense of smell is a tricky one, its hard to remember and replicate in your mind the specify scent of certain things. But once it gets to you , memories will start flooding in , till the wind comes and blow it all away...
The smell of Clinic Happy perfume reminds me of Cpt Phua.... the days of slogging in raven and the times we have road trips in his car, my eye's itchy
The smell of car air con reminds me of Gurdave's little calcutta taxi.... how we couldn't find it at Zouk Out sentosa, the long trip to sungei buloh to catch JB's sun rise, the drifting stuns near Suntec City.
The smell of algea reminds me of tekong toliet..... how i used to hate washing them, then as an instructors force others to wash them, I can still feel the chills going to the toliet at 3am.
The smell of CK one mixed wif Gastby Wax reminds me of zouk..... ladies nite, the taste of long island tea, the blasting music, the gals I met there, "Hi, I'm Rick , Rack, Rex. "
The suffocating smell of room with spoilt air con.... reminds me of raven 4 platoon office.... the stench on SBO, the days struggling to keep awake, teo O peng hanging in the corner, Desmond's guitar strumming Chiristian songs. Can't get enough of that.
The smell of chlorine reminds me of swiming with David and Ren..... the gossips at the swimming pool, the sun burnt skins and the great Ban Mian after that : )
The smell of chivas reminds me of Vincent..... his soft spoken voice, how he never gets drunk , how he finally got drunk, the heart wrenching love story he told one new years night.
The smell of carpet reminds me of the days in Fyspj room.... endless night of slogging , sleeping under the table, having the time of my life.
The smell of beer reminds me of Mr Pandian..... his award winning store room, his dedication to his work. His blood shot eyes after drinking.
The smell of leaves reminds me of my sispec days.... prone down, run, prone down, run...
A certain special scent reminds me of the girl I once love.... the happy times when we were together, the lonely nights when we were apart... I was so near I can breath her, yet we are never meant to be.... so near yet so far....
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