Wednesday, April 18, 2007
My Campus Fantasy
Lying on the grass, or sitting cross-legged on the lawn, or legs stretched out, face basking in warm mid-autumn sunlight.
We can sit and talk, and we can pluck the grass with our fidgety fingers, and we can twirl dried weeds between our palms, and we can turn our face up to the sky. We can dust dried bits of grass and soil off our pants, and lean against the black sculpture in the middle of union lawn. We can use our backpacks as pillows, or the trees of trunks as our back rests. We can munch on our sausages and bread and sip on our beer (I'll pass thanks - I'm off red meat, and I hate beer).
We can chat, or we can remain contemplatively silent, or we can eavesdrop on the group next to us, or spy on the couple up against the tree engaged in some full-on kissing. We can watch people mill past, carrying plastic boxes of chicken rice or glad-wrapped pita wraps or sushi rolls in brown paper bags.
We can listen to the sounds of the band playing in North Court, hear the sound of people clapping and laughing and talking and arguing and shrieking. We can look on, amused, as the socialists skulk around campus putting up posters (*blushes*), as people waving leaflets and pamphlets yell out slogans and anti-Howard chants. We can smile wryly and put our hands up to signal 'no' when people carrying boxes of chocolates come up to ask for our donations.
We can sit and just be, and wish that one 'o clock never comes, because that would mean the start of lectures and more frantic running around campus to make it on time for tutorials.
And we did.
Thank you Al, Remy and Asher. You guys really made my day. : )
We can sit and talk, and we can pluck the grass with our fidgety fingers, and we can twirl dried weeds between our palms, and we can turn our face up to the sky. We can dust dried bits of grass and soil off our pants, and lean against the black sculpture in the middle of union lawn. We can use our backpacks as pillows, or the trees of trunks as our back rests. We can munch on our sausages and bread and sip on our beer (I'll pass thanks - I'm off red meat, and I hate beer).
We can chat, or we can remain contemplatively silent, or we can eavesdrop on the group next to us, or spy on the couple up against the tree engaged in some full-on kissing. We can watch people mill past, carrying plastic boxes of chicken rice or glad-wrapped pita wraps or sushi rolls in brown paper bags.
We can listen to the sounds of the band playing in North Court, hear the sound of people clapping and laughing and talking and arguing and shrieking. We can look on, amused, as the socialists skulk around campus putting up posters (*blushes*), as people waving leaflets and pamphlets yell out slogans and anti-Howard chants. We can smile wryly and put our hands up to signal 'no' when people carrying boxes of chocolates come up to ask for our donations.
We can sit and just be, and wish that one 'o clock never comes, because that would mean the start of lectures and more frantic running around campus to make it on time for tutorials.
And we did.
Thank you Al, Remy and Asher. You guys really made my day. : )
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# posted by me lah @ 9:30 pm 
