the canteen
do you remember when we were still so very young, and we’d spend our free time in the canteen drinking ice milo, teh peng and ice lemon tea while eating noodles from the orange-bowl stall?
and spitting ice through straws from one beige table to the next.
or studying for exams with our books and files strewn all across the long benches, the fans spinning lazily above our head, with only the occasional shriek and laughter to puncture the otherwise quiet.
what about the conversations we had on the spectator stand in between lessons and during breaks, about life and lives and loves and likes.
it all seems like a dreamscape now. i sometimes wonder if they’re real.
i wonder, if it didn’t go so right then, would it all have gone wrong by now?
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