i’m sitting here, outside the good old accountancy block, waiting for the pea to come and pick me up from the exact same spot he used to pick me up from 2 years ago.
its funny, these memories that grip you at the oddest times: the little corner at the accountancy benches, waiting for the cedar girls, chilling out w debs, studying w lavi, running across the roads w jp, eating polar puffs while watching shows on the mac, talking to complete strangers sharing the powerpoint plug, running to classes, running away fr classes, team flight, project meetings.
i miss the little bench. i remember when the pea and i just started going out, and how he’d have his laptop (and his brother on occasion) sitting there waiting for me after class or doing work there (while darryl watched movies on his ipod). the confabulations at the bench–some blushingly too-honest (oh debs, imagine if the security could hear our conversations!), some embarrassingly x-rated, and others, just laughing about the antics of the lift boy, or friends we know who made their own not-so-private home video, or wtf situations, like the stranger who sat down next to me, and we started talking about tiger onizukas, and the girl he was shacking up with got really upset about it she publicly flamed me on her blog, full name and all. i dont blame her, she just misunderstood the situation.
to re-do those four years again? hell no, i think i’d more likely chew off the end of my tongue first. maybe year 1, that was certainly fun. i think, i dunno. the more i think about it, the more shivers go down my spine. but maybe, just maybe i would have been happier if i made more effort to make more friends, rather than let groupmates and once-close friends fade into acquintances.
but you know, this is me, and i can’t seem to change it. i am not social by nature– its been a long time since those hot-tempered, ball-busting, hip-swaggering cedar days; i would like to think i’ve mellowed down– maybe overtly so in SMU.