relive june 2022
ft. works from the jn burnett student body
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Dear reader, Ever have a moment of deja vu? A moment when you feel as if you are reliving a memory in time? Or maybe a day when you tried to recreate your childhood memories? Although the experiences of the past can never be repeated, the emotions you will feel will be as if you were standing in that moment once again. Reliving can be intentional, a bittersweet ode to a younger self. An attempt to repeat experiences that are held dearly in the heart. It can also be unplanned and unexpected. Visions of terror and a gift of trauma left behind for you. A painful reminder that the past lingers and follows you. Whether we try to reenact our memories or run away from them, reliving causes us to become our past selves just for a moment in a nightmare or a dream. In our fourth and final digital issue of this year, RELIVE explores the past and reflects on memories that may lift or haunt us. As the school year wraps up, this issue highlights art that the student body created of moments they relive, which reflects on their identity as a person through vivid, enchanting imagery and colour. This issue also marks the last magazine for our grade 12 exec members. Their leadership and passionate dedication to making the issues and running the club behind the scenes have helped create beautiful magazines that never disappoint. To Adrianne, Anika, Alyssa, Cadence, Eliana and Jessie, we want to thank you for your support in making JNBLIT possible! Congratulations on your graduation and winning you luck in your future endeavours in post-secondary and life as well! We hope you take the time to reminisce about your childhood and relive your times as adolescents. Join us as we fall into our artists’ worlds one more time, reliving their memories together. Happy reading!
Madie Lee & Samantha Cham JNB Literary Magazine's co-editors-in-chief 6/17/22
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editor's note contents the team jam-packed my roots // kaillie chen new life // yuyu liu reminescence // tracy yang blooming // alyssa wong flying journal of memories // charlene mo the time i saw you // queenie fung i lied! // durak meringue untitled // bernice guan hide it before she sees // elisha cheung old school // gurwas dhaliwal once upon a dream // jocelyn sutanto & destiny lang branches of time // gurwas dhaliwal sunflower relic // jessie lan remember // colin lim go // anonymous the memories // queenie fung new beginnings // samaya grewal sea of clouds, stars of life // cherry cheung reminisce // gurwas dhaliwal golden childhood // lisa zhang when i first held you // queenie fung best friend // anika ng rediscover // adrianne namuco dear PTSD // gurwas dhaliwal aesthetic // stephanie hong thank you!
creative + visual director
editors-in-chief
eliana barbosa
madie lee samantha cham
graphic designers tiffany li cadence lung rachael zheng tayla barbosa
secretaries
anika ng yuyu liu armaan khunkhun
adrianne namuco tracy yang
treasurer social media + marketing managers tayla barbosa samantha chow
writers:
photographers:
artists:
alyssa wong
jessie lan
durak meringue, colin lim, gurwas dhaliwal
bernice guan, gurwas dhaliwal, jocelyn sutano & destiny lang, jessie lan, queenie fung, anika ng kaillie han, yuyu liu, elisha cheung, anonymous, cherry cheung, lisa zhang, adrianne namuco, stephanie hong
a playlist kidult ghost of you some less of you ribs idle town bittersweet (feat. LeeHi) pick up your phone remember summer days some camellia DREAM better (feat. GIRIBOY) ghosting you were beautiful november nothing has changed summertime in paris glimpse of us marigolds car crash
SEVENTEEN 5 seconds of summer BOL4 keshi lorde conan gray WONWOO, MINGYU, LeeHi hojean anri steve lacy slchld jung jin woo k. vsh, GIRIBOY TOMORROW X TOGETHER DAY 6 tyler, the creator the polar boys jadan, WILLOW joji early eyes eaJ
scan to listen to our playlist and give us a follow!
I think reliving is to see everything around you in a different light. To me, being with a loved one can sometimes allow you to live and see the world in a different way which is why I added elements of love and endearment to my piece. Nature also played a big role in trying to convey the meaning of reliving. I believe that life and nature are intertwined and that everything is connected. I hope you found that insightful!
my roots kaillie chen
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new life
yuyu liu 7
reminiscence
tracy yang
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m miin o o ngg o o l l b b
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alyssa wong
flying journal of memories
charlene mo
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i s a e i s w a e w m i m y i t yo t ou e e u h tth
queenie fung
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i lied! I don’t think about you. I lied. (every day, I) I don’t dream of you. I lied. (sweet dreams, felt) I don’t remember your birthday. I lied. (how could I forget the sweetest day in May? too) I outgrew the shirt you signed your name on in grade six. I lied. (I wear it to sleep, awkward) I don’t take book recommendations from you. I lied. (thanks for introducing Steelheart to me, to) I look away from your bright windows when I pass by at night. I lied. (the warm yellow light feels inviting, tell) I called you a fool in grade seven. I lied. (I’m sorry, and I mean it. You are incredibly intelligent, you) I didn’t panic in grade eleven physics labs when you were my partner. I lied. (When our hands touched by accident, I liked how warm and soft your hand was, that) I hide our pictures from elementary school because they are embarrassing. I lied. (We were cute then, and we glowed up. I reminisce about our childhood often, I) I dance wildly with the crowd and I do not care who sees me. I lied. (I wonder if you’re looking at me; I desperately hope so, like) I forgot about that night when you told me I looked great. I lied. (I ruminate on it. I hope it means you like me back, you) I don’t fear rejection. I lied. (I want to ask you out, a lot) Times have changed. I’ll tell you how much I like you. As I should have in grade eleven. And I mean it.
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untitled bernice guan
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once up
jocelyn sutanto & destiny lang “once upon a dream” captures the simple pleasures of admiring nature and spending quality time with friends in childhood.
a drea 16
pon a dream
the dreamy aesthetic highlights the beauty in blossoming flowers, the sunlight filtering through trees and gentle hands decorating a loved one’s hair. 17
branches of time gurwas dhaliwal
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sunflower relic jessie lan 19
For I was put on this world, not with purpose, but to tug and grasp for the always leading light of the unknown. Soon as things did, the ones who I watched since that very day I stared into the above, began to grow and develop. They changed into beings of complexity and ingenuity. They advanced with unhindered speed, leaving me behind, watching, waiting. For what felt like centuries past, I found myself resting on a weathered bench in a foggy street of a city (though I can't recall which one). Thinking that I was about to spend another meaningless evening, hoping the once infatuating sky would return, I caught a glance of a different beauty. For the decades or centuries I spent on this world, never did my heart flutter as it did when I laid eyes on her face. As much as I wanted to run and chase
I didn’t remember anything. I couldn’t. Why was I here? Why was I to stay forever? I was lying down in a field of green while staring into the infatuation above. The stars were aligned with oozing colours of violet azure. The clouds were spread in a spiral like a doorway to the sky. I raised my hands, grasping at what I could, all to be met with a cold breeze of wind. I laid there for what felt like years, but after that moment on, it has all been but a blur. Time passed with the opening of my eyelids, my every motion. As I lived my life, walking among the constantly shifting walks of life and terrain, I felt lost in a world where I did not understand my purpose. I watched as those around me rose like the sun every tiring day, but I shriveled up like the impending dawn of night. Why did I not rise like them? Why was I never destined to fall just the same? 20
after her, ask for her name, age, favorite thing in the world, I knew that none of it would matter. For as she would come to pass in seemingly an instant, I would be as always, left behind. Although everything in my body felt like shackles chaining me to forever lock me away, with one kick I was free. Running to catch up to her, she turned around and smiled at me. I wish I could say I cherished every moment onwards with her, but that would be a lie. As I expected, time with her became a blur. She began to age with time and like a withered rose, her eyesight faded away.
Always, she would ask me how she looked and I would always respond the same: beautiful. Time waits for no one. No one but me. The day I lost her was also the day I prepared to continue my search for the enchanting sky I once saw those many years ago. Though as I walked away from whatever remained of my love, I couldn’t help but tear up. For the first time since that fateful day. I could remember. I could remember her smile. I continued walking and though I thought I would continue my search for that once enchanting sky, I realised I already found it. I already found her.
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go
anonymous 22
queenie fung
the memories
new beginnings
samaya grewal 23
sea of clouds, stars of life
cherry cheng
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reminisce
gurwas dhaliwal
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golden childhood
lisa zhang
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when i first held you
queenie fung
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dear PTSD gurwas daliwal
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aesthetic
stephanie hong 31
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