Chee Cheong Fun

I don't know how to word this feeling that I have, but I'll try. I'm smelling this sweet smell. Smells like sweet sauce. Reminds me of Chee Cheong Fun from ss14. I still remember how it felt to be eating Chee Cheong Fun by the drain. It's such a wonderful feeling, and in the cold morning too. I used to eat Chee Cheong Fun at this particular old mans stall. The old man would park his motorbike/stall beside the road at ss14 and if memory serves me right he always parked in front of that small market which does not exist anymore.On Saturday mornings or Sunday mornings after tennis lessons, I would frequent that old mans store. There was something different about eating at his stall. Was it the stainless steel plates which were kinda old that added to the charm, or was it something in the sauce or his fishballs and foo chuk? I guess I'll never know, cause he's dead. I don't particularly remember myself feeling sad or even a hint or dissatisfaction at that time. But now when I think about it, I have never enjoyed Chee Cheong Fun like his ever again. This taste that I feel so familiar in my mouth right now thinking about Chee Cheong Fun has never been tasted by me again. How agonising...

Which leads me to a important conclusion: Do not take for granted everything in your life, down to all the little things.

I think we can all say that we take all the small things in life for granted. The way the evening sun hits the leaves of a tree, or how the jasmines let out their aroma in the cold night, sometimes I wonder do people actually take notice of all these things? I liked how school looked during 5-7pm. There was a certain charm to how the sun was warm and it was time to go home. I miss the feeling of going to pasar malam and being able to eat that Peanut Kuih thingy that that young dude makes or the feeling of going back home with a Pokemon VCD to watch. I never noticed how these things made me feel until now. But alas I'm in Australia and it's time to grow up. The only thing I can do now is make more memories and find more things that I can cherish, so when I reach a ripe old age, I can truly say that I enjoyed life.

Is there a small thing in your life that you appreciate?