A news I won't put off as shocking, despite the unfamiliarity yet familiarity of the involved, clouded our discussion topics barely hours ago. None to be spoken of here, those who know, would know, those who don't, perhaps, would soon hear of it, judging from the speed of news travelling. At least for now, it doesn't involve me, in case it arouses the curiosity of any, I'm speaking from a third party point of view.
That aside, the JJG has always talked about organising a get-together, a proper one, where everyone would attend. As always, nothing concrete surfaced, somehow, our schedules always clashed, one way or another. This time round, with Terence heading down under for pilot training, it HAS to surface this time round.
Wear our uniforms for a "back to the past" experience?
Do a as always barbeque session at our usual place?
6 years since we graduated, and we still miss our Mano days. An episode touched too much upon, yet impossible to repeat, buried deep and reminisced often.
Laughters so genuine, time so treasured, whispers of naiveness, glows of youthfulness surrounds us from day to day.
Recalling what David said that day, "when you're 16, you can't wait to be 18, when you're 18, you can't wait to be 21, when you're 21, time flies like never before, and all you want, is to return to the time you were 16."
Swiss Cottage Secondary School.
A place we learnt, laughed and cried. A place where developed people I place high regards in. Despite a neighbourhood school some scorned upon, it shown amongst the murky waters.
A sudden jerk of reminder of the coming Chinese New Year, no stressful boyfriend's family visit this time, just a whole lot of gatherings, spelling fun, peace and not forgetting, a whole lot of laughter.
This break is probably a call for rest, to slow down and sniff the flowers a little, grow a little garden and breathe the air, of course, swing the swings and engulf my mind in literature and music.
If truth be told, I am enjoying this, thoroughly, ignoring the little knots that come tied along.
Something is glowing, a bright and fascinating light, a pull on one's heart strings, a thug on one's firm foothold, a pair of gloves in the merciless snow, a forgiving hug in an unforgiving chapter, an unpretentious smile in a world of complexity, it's the glow that exudes from within, simple, yet textured with meanings.
It's a detaching drinking session with the tightest of friends.
It's the tightest of all bindings that make your feet suffer, yet you chose it to avoid injuries that make you suffer.
It's the most genuine laughter, in the psuedo state of mind.
It's to love the one who can't reciprocate, and yet to not be able to reciprocate the one who loves you.
It's sad, yet that's the way it is.
It's watching Romeo and Juliet in the music room, lying on our tummies, in our school uniforms, tearing at the littlest details, doing the silent run through of the text in our heads, once again.
The colours seem to fade away, yet the monotony of details glow through, slicing through the clutter like a sushi knife, sharp and intended.
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