remember #2

everytime i talk to mr zha it dawns upon me how much time has passed since those young days when we met up for dinners in PGP.

i don't know how it always gets so melancholic - i remember watching the fish at the pond behind the blocks for graduate students. i remember the dinners and lunches together. i remember the funny conversations at the staircase or pantry. and the times he just colonises my bed and leaves me no choice but to study at the table.

we never did anything naughty - feels like what friendship really is.

or not?

feels like what ambiguity really is.

i guess that's why i feel this great nostalgia when i think of those times we spent in ambiguity.

still, i know part of the melancholy comes from the fact that in recalling the years that have passed, i can only tell you about the sad things that have happened to me: my cat brownbrown was killed, my new neighbours are strange, my dogs are getting older.....

or the mere mundane stuff that you didn't know 3 years ago: my brother studying music at A levels, i played symphonie fantastique for my last concert, etc.

i don't know if i should conclude by saying that time flies, or that something special happened back then that should explain this amnesia and this sense of loss?