just came back from hcjc. more classmates turned up than i had expected. it was the campfire night of the orientation for the j1s, arguably the most memorable part of the whole orientation schedule. seeing the j1s make me feel so old, though i didn't stay to see my ct juniors. hardly participated in the mass dances or singalongs though. somehow, i couldn't completely immerse myself in the atmosphere - the euphoria and fervour exhibited by my great grandjuniors. to think i once there cheering myself some 3 years back, freshly initiated into a jc life from my sec school days. seemed so recent yet so long ago at the same time. i was in a somewhat different mood. it felt strange revisiting the all-too-familiar paths - the bus journey to and from my school, the canteen, the paths, the people, the laughter, even the simplest daily activities as a student. yes, i think there's a term for it. nostalgia. i miss hc more than i really know.