We bruise ourselves through lives, and while we live through the passing-fulness of time and the boundaries of space, as we scramble through the changes and grapple uncertaintly with the constructs that mankind have created to classfiy knowledges into knowable fields - this is pretty much what we get out of it, in the ultimate end.

Lasting impressions perhaps. Half-remembered images maybe. Surely, our minds are probaly not capable of capturing the entire moments, no matter how significant or emotion-inducing they are. Yet. Memories stay on. As fragmented as they get, we still want to cling on those shards of importance. To look back and breathe in that old air- There still is value in the old. A meaning that remains in the ashes that have burned up.. and as the pheniox soars up to higher skies, the fragrance of embers remain a distant comfort.

Yeah. I do miss CTSS. LOL.

Seriously. On more pragmatic terms, anyone who claims that the school has no relevance or leaves no impression on them.. hm. Well, then at least you left the school with its culture strongly ingrained :)

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