Rescue.

It's been what, exactly a month since the entire class was together in the same room. It's been exactly 1 month since the 12th of January, the day we collected our results amidst the stench of fear and elation, anticipation and jubilation in the school hall.

And we all recall how it felt to be in class together, not knowing that as each second quickly ticked by, memories were being constructed at the back of our unconscious minds. And now we look back and reminisce about the good old days of hanging around the corridor outside class when Mr.Ong had decreed that "Thou Shall Not Loiter During Curriculum Time". I start to ponder, why didn't i treasure my time in school? Why didn't i do the right things back then so that when i look back now, i'll be satisfied with my achievements?

Oh how true the saying "People don't treasure what they have until it's finally gone", gone like my favourite periods of English when it sounded the horn that i could finally get some justified sleep. Or just chatting in a group amongst ourselves, totally oblivious to our surroundings or the fact that there was a teacher around trying to conduct her lesson.

It's these times that my classmates and i look back on, and wonder why couldn't time just stand still. So we would be together for a long time to come, that we could forever remain unchanged, in our creased uniforms, sitting on tables and nonchalantly sipping at our Pink Dolping bottles and talking about how screwed up school was. Oh! the irony..

To the good ol' days my friends, to the good ol' days!