Time
Was at RJC yesterday to help out at a course my supervisor's teaching for 3 weeks. As I sat at the back of the classroom and watched the students listen to my sup's lecture (or playing on the comp), I had a flashback of JC life. How innocent they looked.... the lack of worries in their lives besides grades, CCAs, university... the hope in their eyes. Intelligent youths looking towards bright futures, enjoying lives with friends all around. Then the irreversibility of time struck me. Like "WHAMP!" There's no way of going back to that age and stage of our lives.... no way to reverse the weathered gaze in our eyes... life ceased to be simple as our teenage years.
A second thought from this morning. Was reading Nat Geog on the train, and there was this photo of the rooftop of a London home. Just like the one we stayed in back then along Gloucester Road. And then I realised how much I missed London. Miss the cosy-ness of the low-rise apartments, the Victorian architecture, the red-bricked walls, the little alleys that led into doorways of pretty houses. There's just something about Europe that'll tug at the corners of my heart, and leave me with a contented sigh and feel at ease as I walk down the streets, walk through the parks. Somehow we just need some connection to some history or culture to make us feel human, away from the hectic, almost mechanistic modern world.

