Your eyes open (and you know)
Rain, rain...so much rain. It's been steadily drizzling all day. You will either need to be in very high spirits or CONSUMING some kind of spirits to get through it with a grin on your face.
And all the cool people are gone which is a real bummer. Chris, Mez, Dan, Nash...all gone. Only Q and Tommy.B are left from last year. For the first week after I got back, I almost knocked on Chris's door many times on my way to lunch. The other day he sent me an email reminding me how we used to do the Mohammed Ali- talk before a chess game 'Are you sure you are going to sleep tonight?' 'I think I'll let you win this time out of pity' etc. Neither of us took losing very lightly and you slept on a bed of nails on the night of a loss. We hang out quite a bit especially in the final semester and he was always fun. Chris had started out as the serious and very sane Catholic guy but by the time we were done with him, he had lost the plot.
And Dan- a really funny guy. He introduced me to Radiohead and a lot of other cool bands. Like Chris he was always very cheerful and often cheeky. When he got drunk, he would curl up on the floor into the foetal position and just stay there for a while. He always hang out with Nash who was always entertaining company and weird in a good way. It was he who pioneered the 'try and beat the sensor lights' game that I once blogged about.
And Mez; she was the first person I told about my relationship problems long before my girlfriend had decided that kicking me in the balls was something she should do regularily. It started out as a small remark when we were sitting outside the music room but ended up as a very longwinded rambling speech. Why don't you tell her? she asked. I shrugged- the two of us and Chris had been up for most of the night drinking wine and watching a film and the thought of making life-changing decisions at 8.am in the morning on a stomach full of alcohol was just not wise. I wouldnt have picked the right socks to wear in the state of mind I was in.
It was with Chris and Mez that I had one of the most surreal days of my life around late February. We met up in Mez's room at around midnight and watched 'message in a bottle' (this was the point where I realized that Kevin Costner only ever wants to get laid, the bastard) There was a lot of alcohol consumed during and afterwards with the result that we had Chris trying to get us to say some difficult tongue twisters and then terrified us with some horror story that he told so well that Mez was practically clinging to me and I the Stephen King fan who didn'd even blink during 'The exorcist' found myself swallowing hard. Chris could tell a story! And then later at another point of the night I dimly remember trying to conduct an experiment by making us sit in a circle and try to project our consciousness out of our bodies so we could see each other 'from the outside' (it wouldnt make any sense if I tried to explain this) anyway suddenly it was dawn and somehow I found myself walking on a strange part of campus with the two of them at something like 7 in the morning (although Chris had been bullied into this trip- all he wanted to do at that point was go to bed poor guy) I was still feeling a bit drunk from the night before so there are many gaps in my recollection of this incident, but I remember watching a flock of white birds circle over a field a few meters ahead of us. Why don't we stand there in the field and see if they'll keep flying like that? One of us suggested. And we did and the birds were flying all around us just above our heads. It felt a lot like a dream. And then I remember playing tag with Mez on a couple of logs in the woods while Chris just stood and watched and somehow we ended up in a large garden that Chris had heard about but which none of us had been in. There was a little gate to separate it from the rest of campus, but once you entered it it was like being in another world. It was beautiful. There was a huge tree with a long branch that touched the ground and you could sit on it and bounce gently up and down. I remember saying something like this had to be one of the most beautiful sights in the world at that particular moment in time. Mez just smiled. Chris said a few things that I can't quite recall but on the whole we didnt talk much once we entered there. We just walked around and stared. I couldnt believe there was a place like this in our uni and I hadnt even discovered it until halfway through my second year. Anyway I only ended up in bed around ten or so and god knows I was feeling a bit rough when I woke up but the whole thing had felt distinctly like a hazy dream. The things that can happen to you in uni.....
Today marks ten years of Aung San Suu Kyi's house arrest.
And all the cool people are gone which is a real bummer. Chris, Mez, Dan, Nash...all gone. Only Q and Tommy.B are left from last year. For the first week after I got back, I almost knocked on Chris's door many times on my way to lunch. The other day he sent me an email reminding me how we used to do the Mohammed Ali- talk before a chess game 'Are you sure you are going to sleep tonight?' 'I think I'll let you win this time out of pity' etc. Neither of us took losing very lightly and you slept on a bed of nails on the night of a loss. We hang out quite a bit especially in the final semester and he was always fun. Chris had started out as the serious and very sane Catholic guy but by the time we were done with him, he had lost the plot.
And Dan- a really funny guy. He introduced me to Radiohead and a lot of other cool bands. Like Chris he was always very cheerful and often cheeky. When he got drunk, he would curl up on the floor into the foetal position and just stay there for a while. He always hang out with Nash who was always entertaining company and weird in a good way. It was he who pioneered the 'try and beat the sensor lights' game that I once blogged about.
And Mez; she was the first person I told about my relationship problems long before my girlfriend had decided that kicking me in the balls was something she should do regularily. It started out as a small remark when we were sitting outside the music room but ended up as a very longwinded rambling speech. Why don't you tell her? she asked. I shrugged- the two of us and Chris had been up for most of the night drinking wine and watching a film and the thought of making life-changing decisions at 8.am in the morning on a stomach full of alcohol was just not wise. I wouldnt have picked the right socks to wear in the state of mind I was in.
It was with Chris and Mez that I had one of the most surreal days of my life around late February. We met up in Mez's room at around midnight and watched 'message in a bottle' (this was the point where I realized that Kevin Costner only ever wants to get laid, the bastard) There was a lot of alcohol consumed during and afterwards with the result that we had Chris trying to get us to say some difficult tongue twisters and then terrified us with some horror story that he told so well that Mez was practically clinging to me and I the Stephen King fan who didn'd even blink during 'The exorcist' found myself swallowing hard. Chris could tell a story! And then later at another point of the night I dimly remember trying to conduct an experiment by making us sit in a circle and try to project our consciousness out of our bodies so we could see each other 'from the outside' (it wouldnt make any sense if I tried to explain this) anyway suddenly it was dawn and somehow I found myself walking on a strange part of campus with the two of them at something like 7 in the morning (although Chris had been bullied into this trip- all he wanted to do at that point was go to bed poor guy) I was still feeling a bit drunk from the night before so there are many gaps in my recollection of this incident, but I remember watching a flock of white birds circle over a field a few meters ahead of us. Why don't we stand there in the field and see if they'll keep flying like that? One of us suggested. And we did and the birds were flying all around us just above our heads. It felt a lot like a dream. And then I remember playing tag with Mez on a couple of logs in the woods while Chris just stood and watched and somehow we ended up in a large garden that Chris had heard about but which none of us had been in. There was a little gate to separate it from the rest of campus, but once you entered it it was like being in another world. It was beautiful. There was a huge tree with a long branch that touched the ground and you could sit on it and bounce gently up and down. I remember saying something like this had to be one of the most beautiful sights in the world at that particular moment in time. Mez just smiled. Chris said a few things that I can't quite recall but on the whole we didnt talk much once we entered there. We just walked around and stared. I couldnt believe there was a place like this in our uni and I hadnt even discovered it until halfway through my second year. Anyway I only ended up in bed around ten or so and god knows I was feeling a bit rough when I woke up but the whole thing had felt distinctly like a hazy dream. The things that can happen to you in uni.....
Today marks ten years of Aung San Suu Kyi's house arrest.
posted by Minzo at 7:48 PM
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i concur!
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