post 301: the inevitable passing of time

dear friends.

i am glad that our paths crossed. i am glad that i studied next to VJ, close enough to hear about TSD, and realised that if i didnt do something about this performing passion of mine, my life would fall through on itself. and so. i defied every single thing people who knew me thought i was. i jumped headfirst into an abyss of arts from the safety net of science. and i never looked back. i never, once, in my 2 years in VJ, wished i was in Science stream. and you know what, it wasnt just TSD. it was you guys.

and now, it's been 2 years and going, and people are flying away, and it hurts. i can't believe that this journey must end (or has ended) and we must all move on, with or without each other. i tried my best not to cry; thinking back on reading room antics and the mad mugging; thinking of the buttered popcorn days and the fainting incident which i remember left half the crew in tears; thinking of the old workshop, where the dust, the rust and the nitty gritty gave the place more character than black shelves, glass top tables and a paint splattered floor; of wheel chair racing in the confines of our TSD area, to blading across east coast, as far as we possibly can; thinking of dollying, and taking model shots like we were gonna be on the cover of VOGUE or something; thinking of the fact we always seemed to be late for whatever play we wished to watch, even when we make that effort to go earlier; thinking of where we were going to go from then, and looking back on where we are. dear friends; i'm glad we're still together.

i'm glad that when we went to dawn's the usual motley crew was all there, with some notable missing people. i'm glad that we had fun, sitting by the pool and talking about whatever in general, and hearing one more of crystal's mispronounced words. i'm glad that pizza tastes great with wine, and that cho can finally drive. i'm glad that even though we'll once again, be spread across the world, albiet for a much longer time, we'll be back, and one day, we'll gather again at dawn's to perhaps, have smoked salmon canapes with dom perignon. i'm glad; that we will choose hanging out with each other over a better use of a saturday evening, because a better use doesnt exist.

and so, dear friends, i hope we'll never say a goodbye for good, because we have too much to let go of. and you know, there's no need to. :)

dear friend i love you, we're still under the same sky. - With my guitar by LT

in truths that she learnt, or in times that he cried
in the bridges he burnt, or the way that she died?
it's time now, to sing out, though the story never ends
let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends,

remember the love?
remember the love?
remember the love?
measure in love
Seasons of love