intoxicating nostalgia

the good old days. ah. how i miss thee. the days when life was, arguably, so much simpler. back when all we had to do was study, play and pray. nowadays it just seems like study study study should be the way of life, though admitedly i'm still more lodged in the good old day mentality. back when pride was everything when associated with a uniform, when we'd all spend countless hours just getting our boots to reflect light like polished obsidian. when wearing the guard of honour uniform was a truly untainted honour bestowed upon the best, the creme de la creme.

back when friendships were much more concrete and simple, without the complex intricacies of a more grown up relationship. when we were all carefree, without a care in the world, to just do what made us happy. when teachers really did care about us, and were there to aid us as we stumbled through the time in their charge. when communication was so much simpler, without the polictical machinations and ulterior meanings that lie beneath the words, pleasure and displeasure expressed clearly and without repression and the fear of repercussion brushed aside.
back when i loved my school and everything it stood for. when passion was unbridled and raw without other intent. i yearn for the days when i could sing my school song with pride and gusto, without the slightest hint doubt about the words that were uttered from my mouth.

times have changed. so have i. the little boy in the white uniform has passed through wearing shorts, long pants, 2 different uniforms, and now thrust into the race of varsity life. aye, life goes on. but the spirit within never changes. it never falters, it never alters. it will go on, despite those yearnings, lest its owner gets left behind in the dust, left behind wondering where the world has gone without him.