old days

i really miss the old days

days of walking home after band, with megan, shila, daryl and joelynn
going to budget
waiting for the dusk to end
seeing the afternoon sun surrender to its daily respite
talking, speaking words from my heart
knowing joelynn's issues
dallying around with shila
wise advices from daryl

days of going out with marianne, wenfen, noel, pauline and huimin
laughing hysterically for no apparent reason
looking at noel and his not-funny antics
confiding with auntie mary... or amy... or jenny... i forgot.

days of fun with meiyen, wenshee and chun hong
having a crush with one
and being down-to-earth with the other
and other one... i want to erase it. eradicate it. i'm still trying.

days of singing with haishan, meilan and xueqi
though being the tumultuous year, i developed and discovered new windows of opportunities
having fun in the workshop
wanting my product to be impeccable
sketching my magnum opus for art
whipping up a mess in home ec

days of band
sitting with khaihui on the left, daryl on the right
teasing them of their compatibility
giggling under a countenance of seriousness
knowing someone that you can look up to really makes me feel glad

days of hiking with jerry, raymond, and shang zhi.
having similar ideals
always on the same topic
though being a little clumsy at times
but never took it into heart
no fuck.

days where i can be myself
days where mr. bustle doesn't drag you along to the crossroads of life



70+ days more.