I am the movie

god.

i miss st pats like hell..


i miss the music.


i miss the friends.


i miss the feeling of being home.


the sublime of late late nights.


i miss the chill down my spine as i learn about life.


i miss the way everything was so fresh.


i miss the potential i felt.


i miss those months on end, of pure magic, current and life.


i miss my life,


i miss what i left behind.


i miss feeling myself grow as a young man.


its the something corporate and jealous sound. the first time i strummed a chord on my guitar. its the flow of creativity on scraps of paper under random blocks in pasir ris at 11 at night. its the taste of speeding on my skates without a second thought or care. its the st pat's heritage room. where i fell in love, where i thought i knew what i wanted, where i opened my eyes to a magical new world of stars and prayers. its re-discovering my childhood in pasir ris park, the beach the sand and the coconut breezers. its the air conditioner and the pool hall, and the smile on our face when we said to ourselves, "this is gonna last". its beyond myself. within my reach. its those early morning prefect assemblies gazing at the still lingering moon. its those people i met, that life i gave and the life i saw.


its the life i still strive for. but grow further and further away from.


its amazing how going through my friendster pictures can evoke so much.
its amazing how true i was, when i said adolscence is the best time of anyone's life. especially now, as im slipping further and further away from it.


sigh. and i also missed the ways my 'sigh' would be interpreted.

sigh.