Thursday, March 31, 2005
Some strange sentimentality
And so all my classes for this semester are over. The 10 page democracy essay and TWC presentation are over and done with. I'm just 2 weeks, a sociology presentation and 3 final papers away from finishing my freshman year.
Feels odd.
Had lunch with Lulu today, the second and last of our Thursday Foodhaven sessions. And we were talking about how it was going to be our second last time eating together on a school day at the Bt Timah campus. Tomorrow being the last. And I felt a tiny twang of missing something.
Then before TWC I went to CR4, finding only Rox alone inside. It's always rare to see CR4 empty, in fact, it's the first time I've seen just one person inside. It's always so crowded and so noisy. And then I remembered that it was in this room that so many friendships were forged and strengthened. New ones that I know will stay with me, and which get me through any day I spend in SMU. Rox, Lulu, Zhong, Nick-S, Koof, Ra, Ron.. And of course,
Weiming.
Afternoons spent just laughing away, the ridiculousness yet familiarity of MSN-ing away in the confines of the very same room. Russell Peter's !Xobile 34.50 afternoons. Bitching about profs and disgusting results. Where I became both Elfy and Lala. And I found my Fairy and Lulu. And a missing muffin. Thing is, no matter how tiring my day has been, or how frustrated I am about my horrible projects and datelines, I know that CR4 is always open for me. And there's always someone to talk to. Someone to be there for me.
Just feels odd that it's all coming to an end. And the new campus we're starting our second year is just too big and too clinical for us to find some place we can claim all for ourselves.
So today marked the last time I walked down the wretched hill to catch a bus home. (I think Weiming's driving tomorrow so I don't get to walk down haha). And strangely enough, I think I just might get a little sentimental soon.
Afterall, this is where we met. This is where we first exchanged everything--Glances, names, numbers, conversations, lunches, progressing into dinners.And without this,We would never have become us.So aren't I entitled to a little more mush than I would normally attribute an old school building?
Laid bare
at 8:12 pm
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