Memory Lane
I don't know why. I woke up in the middle of the night with recollections of distant past. Distant? 10-12 years ago? Man. Have I lived that long? Am I that old?
I remember the first day in school. JC. They had 1st week orientation programme to mix and mingle the students from various schools and backgrounds. Wasn't exactly the best experience. But hey, after seeing only males for the past 4 years, it's a refreshing (*wolfhowl*) change.
Probably my deepest memory of that week was that I was still wearing twin butterfly canvas shoes. Yes. Not Bata. It's some twin butterfly shoes. Only difference is, most of the other fellow students were wearing Nike, Reebok (yeah, those were "the" brands then).
Looking back, yeah. I think I just stepped out of stone age.
Then, accelerating, I see lil' snapshots. Snapshots of my JC life. The mood. What I was doing. Like precious photos, they reside in my mind. More colourful than any polaroid on earth. Fade, both, as they may, in time.
I could almost put the picture up together. Every corner, a memory. Something said, something felt. Something seen, something remembered. Life seem so vibrant and colourful. Purposeful and rich.
I miss something (or perhaps everything about it).
If its any hint, I feel I am holding a basketball standing in the centre of a vast flat open concrete floor. Or an novice chess player reaching the middle game.
Middle.
Mid.
OMG.
I remember the first day in school. JC. They had 1st week orientation programme to mix and mingle the students from various schools and backgrounds. Wasn't exactly the best experience. But hey, after seeing only males for the past 4 years, it's a refreshing (*wolfhowl*) change.
Probably my deepest memory of that week was that I was still wearing twin butterfly canvas shoes. Yes. Not Bata. It's some twin butterfly shoes. Only difference is, most of the other fellow students were wearing Nike, Reebok (yeah, those were "the" brands then).
Looking back, yeah. I think I just stepped out of stone age.
Then, accelerating, I see lil' snapshots. Snapshots of my JC life. The mood. What I was doing. Like precious photos, they reside in my mind. More colourful than any polaroid on earth. Fade, both, as they may, in time.
I could almost put the picture up together. Every corner, a memory. Something said, something felt. Something seen, something remembered. Life seem so vibrant and colourful. Purposeful and rich.
I miss something (or perhaps everything about it).
If its any hint, I feel I am holding a basketball standing in the centre of a vast flat open concrete floor. Or an novice chess player reaching the middle game.
Middle.
Mid.
OMG.