; until i get over you
the lonliness and dreary days has gradually returned to haunt since the demise of the holidays.
nostalgia so strong they threaten to overwhelm round the clock, it finally erupted when i saw shawn in his ns uniform peering through the gates of st francis this afternoon.
i made out only a moving being in green, which startled me with the cry of my name. jov! yes, and there you go, comments comments from someone who could tell my moods from the slightest twitch of the mouth or the frown of the brow, i couldn't recognize you without all that makeup and weight! look at your calves their visibly slimmer! what happened to your eyes, they're darker than usual!
oh shawn (: i guess i'd always have a soft spot in my heart for you, and feel sorry that we never did quite work out. but i've very glad the special bond we always shared remained.
he was telling me that he knew one of the new girls, the new lesbian, and i was inquiring how when it struck me, and we responded in unison, oh yeah, cine.
josh called me a drifter, one with too many friends, and no fixed group. it can be refreshing but the occasional bouts of sudden 'homesickness' for a particular bunch can be terrible.
i'd always remember fondly st francis 2005, and us old school cine kids. i shall not deign to mention about the latter, too many, too much, from longjohn's to rocky's.. a very distinct past of mine that moulded me to who i am.
st francis 2005, let me try and see who was in my 'main' clique. jovina nicholas justin ervin rosti shawn jing angela mek arvyn minnoo jeremy sheila jeffry matthew sudomo andrew lutfi lei hok bart apasith youxiang boat takkeong pak jungdae nataphak grant don. not counting our extended group, which means those who occasionally hang with us.
very different people, different nationalities cultures languages and backgrounds, however did we bond together? most of us through smoking i realised. the smokers table, and each of us gradually pulled a few friends along into the group. all those crazy nights at newtons, joined by the thais, with 60+ bottles opened. skipping school to go ktv, towning after that, filling the entire bus at times. that infamous fight outside st francis, indo VS china, jekong throwing a stone that almost hit lutfi! lol. clubbing in a international group always attracted attention and stares.
the sad thing is, after a year of the good life, we're all torn apart now. some left to serve the nation, some returned to their homeland. others went for greener pastures overseas, more others moved on to a higher instituition of education. those that do remain were cruelly torn apart by conflicts and misunderstandings. and some others i still bump into in town, but more than a smile and a hello, i could not wish for. everything has changed.
still that year i'd cherish and think of with a fond smile, in the years to come..
nostalgia so strong they threaten to overwhelm round the clock, it finally erupted when i saw shawn in his ns uniform peering through the gates of st francis this afternoon.
i made out only a moving being in green, which startled me with the cry of my name. jov! yes, and there you go, comments comments from someone who could tell my moods from the slightest twitch of the mouth or the frown of the brow, i couldn't recognize you without all that makeup and weight! look at your calves their visibly slimmer! what happened to your eyes, they're darker than usual!
oh shawn (: i guess i'd always have a soft spot in my heart for you, and feel sorry that we never did quite work out. but i've very glad the special bond we always shared remained.
he was telling me that he knew one of the new girls, the new lesbian, and i was inquiring how when it struck me, and we responded in unison, oh yeah, cine.
josh called me a drifter, one with too many friends, and no fixed group. it can be refreshing but the occasional bouts of sudden 'homesickness' for a particular bunch can be terrible.
i'd always remember fondly st francis 2005, and us old school cine kids. i shall not deign to mention about the latter, too many, too much, from longjohn's to rocky's.. a very distinct past of mine that moulded me to who i am.
st francis 2005, let me try and see who was in my 'main' clique. jovina nicholas justin ervin rosti shawn jing angela mek arvyn minnoo jeremy sheila jeffry matthew sudomo andrew lutfi lei hok bart apasith youxiang boat takkeong pak jungdae nataphak grant don. not counting our extended group, which means those who occasionally hang with us.
very different people, different nationalities cultures languages and backgrounds, however did we bond together? most of us through smoking i realised. the smokers table, and each of us gradually pulled a few friends along into the group. all those crazy nights at newtons, joined by the thais, with 60+ bottles opened. skipping school to go ktv, towning after that, filling the entire bus at times. that infamous fight outside st francis, indo VS china, jekong throwing a stone that almost hit lutfi! lol. clubbing in a international group always attracted attention and stares.
the sad thing is, after a year of the good life, we're all torn apart now. some left to serve the nation, some returned to their homeland. others went for greener pastures overseas, more others moved on to a higher instituition of education. those that do remain were cruelly torn apart by conflicts and misunderstandings. and some others i still bump into in town, but more than a smile and a hello, i could not wish for. everything has changed.
still that year i'd cherish and think of with a fond smile, in the years to come..
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