these memories

suddenly, the salient present hits me right in the face.

the through the night phone calls,
the crazy mac-mugger nights,
park nights,
stealthy KFC fiascos,
the impromptu nonsensical parties we'd throw,
hen parties,
the long walk home under the sordid sun,
the finding out of the chinese girl trio,
the mini mahjong sessions,
working at the spas,
sambal kangkong,
the lets skip school just to go catch a movie,
the amazingly successful twin stunt,
popcorn throwing,
sentosa suntanning,
sentosa not suntanning,
the tediously long meetings,
the "lets catch a bus to wherever",
'potato!' resounding amidst the air,

are now but things of the past.

And this feeling of being so distant of what used to be so routine makes my hair stand.
For everything feels like it were yesterday, yet you know so clearly it aint,
for nothing's quite the same now. Nothing is.