That's Life

The holidays have rolled around again. As Mervin has said in his earlier post, time sure seems to fly when you're having fun. Strangely enough, the adrenaline rush hasn't hit me yet. Rather, my mood seems to have become more sombre...

I was reading Miki's post about 2G 2003 and a realization that 17 years of my life had already flown past. It seems like yesterday when I attended kindergarten at YWCA at Outram Road, did addition and subtraction questions by the dozen on computer paper and craved for the Channel 8 drama serials shown at 2:30 pm every weekday. More than a decade ago, the only thing on my mind was how to construct imaginary roads and tracks for my toy cars to rove.

Primary school came knocking on my door. I remember the anticipation, the excitement, the joy of wearing my school uniform and looking foward to attending school. Unknown to many, I spent my first year in Zhangde Primary School and then transferred to Henry Park in Primary 2.

Those were the days, when I topped tests with ease. I remember I got 100 for English, Chinese and Maths and narrowly missed the quartet for Science in Primary 3. Yah, those were the days. More memorable though were my Primary 5 and 6 days. I remember GET WET, which consisted of Weng Woh, Jeremy Ng, Wing Chung, Ryan and myself. I remember how I played Pepsi Cola in the hall with my classmates despite firm disapproval from Ms Tan Lian Eng. I remember how we used to have crushes on our classmates and told each other in a hush-hush manner, and the sheer exhilaration when it turned out the other party also felt the same way. I remember how I screwed up my Maths Prelims so badly and yet felt strangely at ease. I remember how we all used to say that we couldn't wait to get out of Henry Park because that was the cool thing to say and I guess back then we all wanted to be cool. I remember Graduation High Tea in Goodwood Park Hotel, which I attended in a T-shirt, denim bermudas and sandals and thought I was appropriately dressed. I remember WOW, the code-name for the stayover at Jeremy's house after PSLE, which we looked foward to with great anticipation.

I remember Henry Park Primary School.

Honesty in Peformance, Pride in Service