Nostalgia... As promised.

And now, for my 2nd pc after the 'For My Stomach, For Your Eyes' entry.

Ah well... where and how do I even start?

I guess, it took a big dose of nostalgia before I decide to write in here again. I didn't want to just blog about and post pictures after pictures of drool-inducing gastronomic food, entries after entries. Neither do I want to simply lament openly about the rising costs of living ever too often. For sure, I would have liked to write about things that happened which significantly touched/hurt/angered/upset/excited/scared/stirred up some kind of strong emotion from within me... but as the ever well-behaved civil servant, I practice self-censorship when it comes to airing work laundry. Coz I believe that the blogosphere somehow has this freaky streak of punishing the innocent and letting the evil-doers go scot-free. Anyways... I digress. Back to here.

Ah well... for those who are yet aware, I am into the last 2 mths with my current institution. Not that I am leaving the system though, I am still going to serve the Ministry, just in a different location and providing other aspects of service that deals less directly with kiddos and more directly with the adults. So, wish me luck!

And just to allow myself to remember how my cubicle used to look like, and for those of you who do not have a chance to visit to sneak a peek at it, here's introducing... my admitedly spacious and *ahem* neat cubicle. =)



And today, the 2nd wave of nostalgia. A shortage of manpower saw me bringing kiddos to NTU for some activity, and as I wandered further into the grounds of NIE, sighz.. many many poignant memories came flooding back.

Seated on a stone bench outside Block 5, next to a water cooler and watching groups of trainees stroll by chatting and laughing, the flashback to the past was immediate. Just 6 yrs ago, I was them. (Actually, clad in my yellow Giordano stretch tee, Levis jeans and lugging my big brown bag with my stylish short crop and olive green framed lens now, I would like to think that I can still pass off as one of them. =P) Anyways, I digress again.

It's like homecoming today. So many wonderful memories of those enviable days where one gets paid while studying. =) The recollection brought back a strong sense of longing, fondness, pain and sadness all at once. How our gang used to rush assignments and dig up journals while sucking sweets in the library, how we used to stone at the high-ceiling-ed canteen, sipping the refreshing apple-cucumber juice after downing a bowl of infamous bak chor mee/yong tau hu, how we used to pop into the cosy bookshop just before heading for another prim lecture..

Argh, how I miss those days! Such carefree times with nary a worry nor responsibility. Just study and play, much like the University days, except you get reimbursed for your efforts on a monthly basis.

When one can be a nobody to everyone, yet a somebody to loved ones.

If only I can turn back time.


Homeground


Never-ending staircases


Breezy walkways