Finally

Finally it's over.

All that prom shopping at Centrepoint, Paragon, Bugis Junction,
Far East, Causeway Point, Wisma, Takashimaya,
Scotts, Chinatown and Lot 1 is finally over.
Same goes for the countless mass text-messaging to numbers
long memorised and remembered.

Finally, PROM IS OVER.
So are all the camera flashes that leave stars in your eyes,
And the sights of people that became unrecognisable at first glance,
And the plates of food that were piled up on tables and turned cold,
And the touching-up in that wonderful restroom of the Ritz Carlton.

All that balancing on two alien-looking blocks familiar to women
(called heels) is finally over.
All the struggles to stay awake all night are gone.
So are the endless pre-dawn chats that are much relished and remembered,
and the comfy beds that lured the weary in heart and body to take refuge in.

What are memories?
Memories fade, so do faces, and people.
But they make the past a little livelier,
a little more colourful and a little more meaningful.