and Drong looks fine, though noticeably thinner following his heart bypass,
there seem to be fewer teachers in school (or maybe it was just saturday afternoon),
the guys have shorter hair,
the astroturf brings back memories,
the bb fridge is empty,
the xiao ji is marvelously oily,
and the people are still very much in contact with one another.
A year has passed, and nobody seems strange to talk to just yet. I have a hunch that this is due to the army, and that in a couple of years, some friends might become strangers again. Ah well.
Playing football in the astroturf ranks as one of the most nostalgic things I have ever done. Everyone was back, wearing school shirts and socks, the pes c people somehow got their fitness back, and time seemed to turn back to 2007, minus the nagging feeling of deja vu i got while running about.
Catching up with the history class was great as well, as I met good friends I don’t normally meet, and got to freeload of Mr. Chirnside (yes!).
In the evening Saturday sun, the relatively empty corridors and grounds echoed with memories of a time gone by, and the joy of seeing familiar faces reminded me of the difficulty in parting from school.
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My thoughts aren’t really coherent now. Going to school and seeing those faces is having an effect on me. Might need to take mc. Ha.
