those blue uniform days

i sat in front of two sn girls on the bus home today. they were talking about the most trivial stuff. classes, subjects, teachers, ccas...they mentioned mr gan. mr gan the retired physics teacher who can draw perfect circles free-hand. who always holds a metre rule. whose class i always fall asleep in, even though i sit right in front. boomy would copy my notes for me, 'cause she'd have forgotten to bring her own notes as usual, and i wouldn't be paying attention, as usual.

they were talking very loudly. about how much they slack, which teachers they don't like...they sounded so...naive. so innocent. there was a time we sounded like that too. when we wore blue pinafores everyday and spent our days in a giant dollhouse of a school. when we were content with our canteen food and looked forward to recess breaks.

sometimes nostalgia hits you so hard you just wish the impact would send you flying back to those good old times. if only.