Reminisce

The clock struck ten past five, and I made my way to prepare some soup for some people mugging in the south spine of where I was working. It had been some time since I have made such soup, and seriously, I was just hoping that the prayers work - that He will help me make good soup, or else, at least protect their stomachs, or even better, provide them with taste buds that won't tell that the soup tastes bad!

An hour later, it was ready, and I made my way to the place. It had been some time since I have walked the corridors of this familiar place. The reddish rectangular tiles, the black benches along the lecture halls, the dim lights and the never-ending carpark. I had spent some good three years in this place studying. Each nook had a story to tell. One which brings me back to the various project discussions, another the haven of all of most of us where we rushed our FYP, yet another where my bimbo HR group surprisingly managed to come up with some commendable presentations. Yes, it was all coming back to me.

I reached the place, greeted by some familiar faces and some not so familiar ones. It was good to see them once again. The examination period is a time where the family bonding in this group grows by leaps and bounds. The whole place looked like a home - hot water flasks, sleeping bags, and the well - stocked "provision stall" marked the decor of the seminar room.

After some chatting, guitar playing, crapping and all that sort, here I am, typing out the very thoughts that came. Here I am, sitting in a tutorial room where I used to have my lessons, only now that, I am blogging instead of preparing my reports. It's all so different now. How I wished I was back studying again.

It was good memory though....