hey world.

suddenly it occured to me that our 04 batch of tsd people are the luckiest batch. we got the excellent facilities for our practicals in the new 24hours. brand new for us to use for our As. we got to enjoy a year of absolute comfort in the old workshop.


i miss the old workshop. where we laze around in total filth. where the main purpose of our bags in there is to trip over people. where whateer nonsense we want would be found somewhere in the drawers, in the cupboards, under the sofa, or in the dustbin. where it became the equivalent of home during the may/june period. where we had useless junkwhich were too sentimental to be rid of then. like the fridge. the mound. the sofas.


oh well. 24 hours. air-conditioned. squeaky clean. nice and orderly. well, it would take time for memories to be constructed.


but it's unnerving to think some of our people's faces would be immortalised along the walls and frames for quite some time. like when you return to visit in a couple of years, you'll think "oh my goodness i've grown so old and ugly. where have all the vitality and the fire in our eyes gone to?" then you'll feel like total crap.


gah.


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as random a thought as it can get, i suddenly feel like saying i love you geogers.


whee!