Memories don't live like people do, they always remember you.. whether things are good or bad

I remember the time when I and I spent the whole night working on RevWear music. We sat there and recorded radio static on his computer, we argued and deliberated over snippets of music and speeches we thought should be included- elated when we found a Dalai Lama speech and crushed when we couldn't fit a Buddha bar song in. I remember us spending twice as much time as we should have, and then me waking up in the morning only to find I in a frantic state over how many costumes he had left to finish. Trying to decide on our course of action, we felt inspiration was essential... so greenery was burnt, paint was used and costumes that would not have turned out so good even if we had five days turned out perfect in four hours. I remember us going outside and drying the damn paint, then burning some more before we got to the show. It was a perfect day and night..

I remember the time when I first had mushrooms, standing outside West End pub with Natty-chu and Johnny, all I wanted at that moment was to sit down. but all the guys were in the pub and for once, were adamant that they wanted to stay. I just wanted to sit down. The smile on my face belied my true state, I was in pain... but the walk to my own home seemed as long as the path to China and besides, I was afraid of what I might see on my way. We finally went back to Brooklyn (known by a much less celebrated name back then), and I sat down... only to end up on the floor with three other guys rolling around laughing and guffawing at something funny... of course, I am unable to recall what we were laughing at.

I remember one day when I ran into Hash at school. It was 8:30, he looked at me and I looked at him... we just turned around and walking to the tree of knowledge. It was a cold day in January, no words were exchanged.. none were needed. We lit up, decided not to go to the tree cuz it was surrounded by snow, instead we hid behind some bushes (more from the wind than anyone in particular). Ten minutes later and millions of miles higher, we walked out of our alcove which had suddenly become so much like home and braved the walk back to the student centre. On the way there, we ran into someone else... needless to say, another excursion ensued. I fucking miss those times.

I miss running into Jam and looking into her eyes to know exactly what was on her mind... once, Jam and I walked in a blizzard all the way to behind the football fields, filled a pipe and huddled ourselves under an arabic scarf (the checked ones, you know) and smoked while laughing the hell out of ourselves. Our own mini little hot box right there in front of the gym, smack dab in the middle of the lane..without a care to the world. That was epic to say the least.

Oh no! how did I forget this one for so long? I remember a certain night when me and M drove around after a session and .. well, we drove the wrong way onto a one way street. As if that wasn't bad enough..it was the dead of winter and who do we see rumbling down the street straight at us? Nothing really, just a giant snow plower! We stopped soon after, regained our breath and had another session.

I remember the night me and Nihau spent listening to music. I fell in love with my zippo that day, listening to something or the other that Nihau put on, all I could do was lie on his bed in a delirium of intoxicated tea with my eyes closed and my hand constantly moving, doing 'tricks' with my zippo. That night went by in a whizz, I wanted it to last forever. I think I opened my eyes once, and all I saw was Nihau sitting at his desk, eyes closed, black guitar in hand just jamming. The man was putting on a show and it was all for him and I. I closed my eyes again to go back and follow the march of the army that was thumping across my brain. That night is engrained in my memory.

And how can I end this post without mentioning Chantal? I took her out to a club once, it was amazing. Then, we went to Charity Ball together. Man oh man, I have not had a better night out since then, of that I am absolutely sure.

Heres to all the nights spent out in the cold outside Brooklyn, all the walks to the bridge with J, the walks to Cootes with Hash, S and Aras and the stolen moments before classes and tests. This is to all the nights spent studying for tests and exams only to be hit by a craving minutes before the test- to rolling up a pinner and smoking it on the way there... stinking of greenery but being completely happy in the moment.

Here's to all you folks. And here's to the 188 days till June 1st.