Think of me
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!
from my favourite musical.
in case you were wondering, the singer is familiar because she has abandoned her pride to participate in that shitty dragonball movie recently. travesty.
Anywayyyy the point is, a chapter is about to come to a close. walking around school and seeing the multitude of "law admissions interviews at eu tong sen building" signs plastered around today made reality hit home all at once. a new batch is coming in, and i won't be around to mock at how flustered they are over LAWR, bitch abt how irritating and know-it-all they are, comment on the good bad and uglies of the batch etc. because this batch is taking over mine. the dean is right, every year marks the end of a 4 year cycle and mine is about to come to an end.
i still think i left my heart in KR campus, in pgp, along the corridors of our beloved old law fac campus. constantly i get flashbacks of the brown tiled floor and wooden tables of the empty space near the old student counter. i'm not sure why i recall such a nondescript location; maybe the times spent preparing for moots and lawr, and for law camps and passing through to get to the biz canteen have made a more lasting impression on me than i realise.
biz canteen... the pgp girls (hah yes the habitual latecomers who colonised the back row of the LT) would eat together after lectures, and tg8 (what a vibrant bunch we were) would share breakfasts after morning tutorials. i'd eat the overly sweet mango sago dessert, or the pomelo salad from the pseudo vietnamese stall. the guys would go crazy over "next please" sausages and western food.
pgp. i think i've reminisced ad nauseum about it already. but there, i found friends, experienced freedom and independence, shared fun, shed tears, grown up. to whom it may concern, remember remember, that night in december, april, may and baileys+soyabean.
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me.
