nus is a big fun fair today. as i was walking back from lect, (zao lect 10min after it started coz was feeling incredibly bored and had no idea what he's talking about since i haven't watched last week's webcast) i realised the area near SRC is flooded with young kids from jc. young and bubbly and fresh and looking ignorant. guys with heads shaved. girls cling to their helium balloons in nus colours with nus logo printed. there was this girl in mini skirt had these words in big fonts written across her butt: love my mom... well... speechless... they flocked to nus in pairs or groups as if visiting a tourist attraction. there were even buses to shuffle them directly from JC-saw two comfort buses having a piece of paper at the front window with 'Hwa Chong' written on it. i found myself tracing back in memories of my HC days... the beige uniform that we always wanna tuck out (throw your shirt outside according to the principal), the class benches we have wonderful time hanging out at, great frenz, great teachers, the cute guys, the notorious guys, and the cute notorious guys... picking tambusu seeds at NIE for project and ran back in the heavy rain to the chilling air-conditioning in the container classroom, taking a ghost video on the attic of the green house, playing char-tay with a girl from another class and almost tore my skirt, bitching about the number 1 and number 2 handsome guys in school and basically everyone else who crossed our path... and the orientation in mud, the angel-mortal letters with Everclear, the collection of A-level results... yes, i did come for nus open house 4 years ago...
anyway, there were these three guys from nussu at the bus stop trying to convince people to join some weird eca probably CACS. 'we mainly do cultural activities like playing guitars, dancing, singing... but look at me, actually i can't dance or sing or do anything...' then for goodness's sake what are u doing in it? distributing flyers during open house? i guess so... but maybe they could at least get some decent looking guys to do it. i would be scared away thinking the eca contains only freaks if i was a freshie. anyway, they looked at me for a little while and decided to approach other people. i guess it's written all over my face 'go away! dun bother me!' but also they sensed i m a rusty old fart who would probably know better than them. well... nvm...
every year there was this time, the fresh blood flows into the old artery. i rem last year we were at IA and emileen came back to nus with her sister. some blind idiot approached her and asked her to join nussu camp. although we both agreed that the guy must be a really dumb ass, she's really quite happy someone actually thought she looks like a freshie. while i m still conveniently taking comfort in KK's remark a few weeks back about that i look younger than my actual age, someone else has also said that i look very mature. when i went back home last holiday, my working friend made a comment that the word 'student' is written all over me. i believe he used the term '老黄瓜刷绿漆-装嫩'. looks can be deceiving ah? if i don a mini skirt with 'love my mom' written on my buttock, could i possibly pass as a 20 yrs old? if i can, do i actually want to? nah... don't think so...
we grew older, and indeed wiser... although the increase in the 'wiser' aspect is not proportional to the 'older' aspect. but looking back at all the past years, all the stupid mistakes we made, the idiotic ignorant things we've done, and all the bad dressing sense, acne-infested complexion, weird looking hairstyle and tons of baby fat... do we actually want to go back there? that day weijie put the lyrics of an old song on his msn nick and it happens to be one of my favourites one decade ago. when i told him that, he said 'haha you also know this song? this says something about our age.' well... the doe-eyed fresh looking teenagers can be cute, but they are another generation altogether. so let them enjoy their sweet 19, and let me take pride in my sour 24.
someone's blue balloon rose up the sky and dissappeared...