Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande

Sunday, June 17, 2007

I don't know what happened yesterday, but it triggered the latch to my memories and allow them to flow out. I was overwhelmed by the amount of memories that cruised through my brain matter; memories of my secondary school days. I remembered the time:

1)... wake up at the unearthly hour of the day to take 80,82 or 87 before changing to 163.

2)... being in the sardine packed bus, where you actually get to see the frontal view of what's looming up straight

3)... walking the same path everyday to school and towards the parade ground straight if we are later than usual

4)... Going to school everyday with you people.

5)... my different 'coaches' for the loathful subject MATHS( ok, not particualrly hateful...). They helped me after school in class, tutored me about the equations Mr.Song gave that i cant solve and studying with me and my tuition notes.

6)... On the topic of maths as well, i remembered attending maths after school remedials in 4E because apparently my maths can't really make the mark.

7)... The relay shoutings we have across our classes's windows when we want to convey a message across. And, how we once jokingly think that we should get a basket to deliver our messages instead. And, how the 'nice' people in my class tried to help shout too! haas...

8)... the water bombs and 'childish' games we played then.

9)... the truckload of comprehensions Mr.Mok gave us; the ten-yr series. And, how sometimes copying is in place. Ops. But, the compositions are the best, the writing and all.

10)... When O' levels is on the cards, we have all those after school stay-in sessions in the library to pore through the ever-thick textbooks and TYS. And, yes... maths is the topic which I stayed overtimes most.

11)... And, there are those night sessions, where the school is opened till late at night for us to study. And, yes. I went back a couple of times: Bio consultation, maths consultation and what not. I remembered the din we created, running from one end to the canteen to the next at times.

12)... the PE sessions, where we played Captain's Ball with the guys and gawked at how they manage to get the ball spiralling from one end of the court to the next and just dropped it into the goal. Not to mention, NAPFA where we encouraged each other to jump the standing broad jump and chin-ups.

13)... Oh, and i have no idea why but quite a portion of my memories came from MATHS. Like now, i rem how Mr.Tan coached us after school, outside the staff room. His ever-patient style is really appreciative.

14)... And, how could i forget chinese lessons where we copied the sentences Ms.Lee gave us and really memorised them for O'levels.

15)... And, the hug she gave me when i got back my chinese results. That moment was just a whirlwind of emotions. everyone was going around congratulating one another and it's the first time when tears are freeflow.

16)... Ms Neo, our lovely form teacher who looks stern at times but can actually take quite a couple of jokes. She 'mothers' us and is involved in all our class activities.

17)... the mural painting we did, the times where we decorated the classrooms and the festivals and occassions. And, how every chinese new year celebration ends with someone peeling the oranges and eating them right in the hall. And, the times where we came back on sats, blast the music and paint the backboard in the classroom.

18)... the rehearsals we have in the music room for ELDDS. the performance on stage. The syf days in AC Barker and the happiness that ensues as we were awarded Silver. And, the drama camp in YMCA, which is the best i hav ever had.

19)... the walks to compasspoint from school. And, the hordes of students we can always find there after school.And, where teachers tried( emphasize on tried) to ban us from going.

20)... And, the bus ride back from CP.

That's all. I just missed those moments. it's as if 2 years is too fast. we are thrown into the real world too soon, too furious. but, no matter what memories will still stay and friends i have i have met in my sec school days will still continue to remain my great pals. At least we've met, there is no room for regrets.

Beauty in the eye of the beholder;