So I was at acjc's funorama yesterday with the entire extended ac, mg family and well those in between. I was walking around mostly with yang, sher and benlay but the whole confluence of floundering masses meant that I was walking around with everybody. And what struck me was that amongst all the happy faces as smiley as the smiley on the driveway, there were many who have have played a part in shaping who I am today. Be they ex- classmates or school mates, seniors, close friends, not so close friends, accquaintances, girls, guys, apple, orange...ah you get the idea. Never before has walking around the acjc campus given me such a flood of memories, of people, of events, of emotions and feelings. It's as if in each and every familar face and voice I see and hear, there's something inside which evokes an unending travel back and forth through time, from my primary school days in the great halls of js, to prepubescence, to anglo-chinese school(independent), the place where my heart strings are very much closely tied to, to the present, still very much a part of acsi, yet detached by circumstance.
It is then, that I realize that outside my immediate family, my entire world of communication, my entire sphere of contact, is bound by the fabrics of ACS. Take away the hallowed letters and I am nought. In these 11 years of being a part of the Anglo-Chinese School, I have forged friendships, and relationships that I know I'll keep in my memories always, and that some of these will remain physically even as I age and grow some beards.
So indulge me, will you for a bit of reminiscing. However the reason why this is not your average flashback, is that because most of the people that have shaped and crafted my perspectives and impressions over the years have grown up with me, and remained in my life all this time. Does this make my memories more fleeting? Less sweet because the time spent with these people keeps on recurring? I honestly don't know. Is it true that memories which cannot be relived are the most treasured? Or are these moments the ones most tinged with sadness? Once again I don't know..But I do know, that even though you see the same people everyday, some things that happened in the past can only be that, a figment of a time once passed. The fact that we've been saturated in terms of contact with the rest of our kind dosen't mean that the memories shared five, six, ten years ago are any less fond.
I'm amazed by how my circle of friends can remain mostly the same for 11 years. Technically it's easy to say why, that since we're all from js, it's natural to go to acsi with the measly cutoff point, et.al . But 11 years ain't a short time, and time speaks for itself and I thank God for these brothers who I have grown up with. I mean, words can't say alot so I'll just leave a picture here. The infamous Pri 6.10 of 2001, the only class to still visit JS together, and where most of which still remain very much close friends till this day.
6.10 is a memory very much close to my heart. But truth be told, even though I can relieve the times spent over and over again with the guys now whenever we meet, 6.10, or even 4.16 can never happen again in the exact same way they did before..
And even as I was mulling over this last night, I read mel's blog, and I see that so was she. I think that it's incredibly hard to tear yourself away from your comfort zone and to undergo a whole paradigm shift. Which is why, in my trumpeting of having been an ACSian for more than a decade, there is a little note of respect and deep admiration for those of you that are willing to step into waters unchartered. And it's true, how it is beyond true blue ACSians like me to understand how painful it is to just pack your bags and leave your best friends. I mean, I still get to see people from 4.16, 6.10, heck even my pri 1 classmates like oeij and hans everyday..
Well, I'm never good with words and stuff,but let me just say that I know its not easy to cope with change. Not easy at all. Oh and Mel, I don't know if you'll read this but whatever happens just know that I'll be there to help you get over. I may not be the most apt, and I don't think I'll be a very good reminder of mg for ya (haha),but I know that I can be there to listen to your memories. And I hope that maybe by saturating me with regal stories and glorious tales of Blackmore Drive, you will feel better in your journey, through the gates of 121 Dover Road. (:
happy sunday afternoon. the world awaits.
Delivered at 3:03 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile
