At crosspoints, and frankly; I feel pretty lost. (And to think this hasn't even officially started.) Moving on about the whole headstart we're supposed to get in the past week, I still don't know what I want, neither have I had the time to sit down and actually sort anything out. I used to have this prefect master plan marking every tiny definition etched out on my to be JC life, but as the natural tendency of life, plans go awry. I realise I don't enjoy certain things as I thought I once did, but yet again 6 days doesn't leave me alot of time to decide what I do enjoy. I feel like running away from it all, but I've had too much of that along with the strings that've rendered themselves impossible to detach. For now, its another 4 days of indulgent behaviour at the CNY cookie counter before life officially begins again. Or ends.

Labels: Ramblings, Studies

Unsure of where she's heading, a little girl clad in her previous school's uniform turns her head to take a final glance at the encouraging smiles on her mother's face. She gradually approaches the school bus, still cautious of each step forward. The concept of a new life, a new school, a new future encompassed little meaning in her young mind, with only three words carried through her uncertain gaze - "no more friends". In the process of attempting to ignore those blatant thoughts of uncertainty in her head, she was caught unaware as a girl seated at the second row bounced off her seat whilst the bus was about to move. The girl was somewhat gloriously unaware of the frown of consternation appearing on the bus auntie's face as she grinned at the stranger who just entered the bus. Breaking into a huge smile (simultaneously showing off a set impeccably straight teeth), she paused for a moment, then said,
"Hi, I'm Thashi and this is my friend Cheryl. What's your name?"

*

I don't think the full impact has reached me that my first friend in Singapore (and my friend for 10 years) has officially left for London. That said, the waves of nostalgia finally made me ransack the top cabinet full of photo albums to find this one picture I've been looking for for a really really long time:


8 years back, and



fast forward.

But yes, 10 years (and I suddenly feel very, very old.) Somehow the fact that people are gradually simmering out across the globe doesn't sit well with me. Even though I know it isn't saying goodbye, the advent of Skype and video messaging still doesn't appease the gnawing feeling of a missing piece that'll never be replaced. True to say, that piece is pretty much an optional gadget to which the entire system still functions without. Albeit insignificant, the difference is there, and the fact remains that people always leave. Not being emo but practically speaking, that little chip inches apart with every step and choice we make for the future.

The past, the present, the future. As the spindle of time threads itself, the fine strings still leave us ample space to trace each outline marked by the holes of what was and is not. The fragments remain lost, but let's not keep them forgotten.

And to Thash (if you should see this) although I've said pretty much all there is to say in the card, once again thank you for everything. Take care and hope you enjoy London and schooling there; will miss you terribly. <3

Labels: Friends, Thoughts