reminiscing

Woohoo went for 1D/2D outing today! Can you imagine, it's been 7 years since we were in the same class!! Shit I feel really old. Anyway although only like 11 of us (or a quarter of the class) turned up, I had quite alot of fun. We caught up with each other, and updated each other about the whereabouts of those who were absent. But the best part was reminiscing about our teachers and schoolmates haha. Sigh, really miss my DHS days. I was so inspired I actually went home and flipped through my yearbook, and gave myself plenty of laughs haha.

1. All the funny antics we did. Like falling asleep during Chinese cultural appreciation class. Hanging out at Kallang Mac/KFC, going to Soo Kiat's house for free buffets wahaha, and various chalets we had. And doing the Kallang wave behind the semi-blind teacher. Captain's ball, captain's ball and more captain's ball.

2. The funny and weird people in our class. Like Zhixiang, whom we suspected was gay, and Evelyn, who's always mugging silently in the background until I accidentally offended her once and she scared me with her reaction.

3. Our teachers. This is the best part hahaa. I think we remembered more scandals about the teachers than all the things we were taught by them. The way Patsy Neo dressed to kill haha. And our funny art teacher (色彩推移!). Our history teacher who floated around school. The crazy lit teacher who tried to convert us to Christianity and who scared us in class by shouting all of a sudden during his lessons ("the WHO! WHAT! WHY!") Mdm Sim and her carrots hahaha. All the scandals about which teacher was eloping with another teacher. And the hilarious nicknames we gave them, like LPP (Loo Pui Pui) and LP.

4. I realised all of us looked quite kok when we were in sec 1/2. I looked like crap man wahaha. And everyone looked toot. But most of us have changed already, though not so much haha.

5. I think DHS is one of the few schools in Singapore which actually celebrate the Mooncake Festival, and I'm glad for this cuz I had one of the best times of my life during these days. The nights we spent gorging on pomelos and mooncakes, and carrying the kiddy Powerpuff Girl lantern hahaha. Plus sitting on the monkey bars looking at the stars, and sharing ghost stories while we accompanied Jy on her guard duty.

6. Our unique flag-raising ceremony every morning. When the cheesy national day songs will start blaring through the PA system and we'd take our own sweet time to go down to the parade square, before we'd realise we're really late and we'd run for our lives. Then someone will scream "Baris sedia!!". And where we'd have to stand in the scorching sun and listen to Mr Kiw drone on and on, at the risk of toppling over from heatstroke.

7. And not forgetting the formidable Mr Kiw! He struck terror in every Dunmanian's heart during his regime haha. But I think DHS is never the same after he left. In a sense, I think he held the foundation of DHS together. With him gone, all the traditions and discipline he inculcated sorta crumbled. I don't think I recognise any of the old DHS traits in the students I see now. It's ironic how we used to dread his presence, but now that he's gone, we wished he were back to drill some discipline in the younger generation haha.

Sigh, those were the days... We were so innocent and carefree then. In a sense I guess we lived for the moment and couldn't care less about the rest. I was much more outspoken and brazen then, compared to now. But I've mellowed much more now, whether for good or bad I don't really know haha.

On the other hand, now that rag day is getting closer, I'm beginning to feel stress and tension emanating from everyone. And I feel bad for always coming and going, but I can't help it. I don't wanna leave all the time too, cuz believe me, it's tiring to always travel up and down from school, but I have a life outside rag too. I know rag has to take first priority in my life now, and I should've known about the sacrifices and the commitment I have to make before I joined the rag comm. But the things outside of rag are important to me too. I don't wanna neglect my family and my friends, and most importantly, my spiritual life. In fact I'm beginning to feel quite distant from church and maybe God, which is bad. Plus it's ironic that these are my hols so I should be spending more time with the people who are important to me. Instead I'm off doing stuff that I'm not sure will be so important and that will hold much weight in the future. Sometimes I don't really see the point behind rag, besides carrying on the Bizad tradition. Sure we can bond with each other but if we handle situations wrongly, we might end up hurting our friendships.

Ok eeks, I sound really pessimistic about all this. I think I should stop complaining and concentrate on making my situation better.

Left last night with a long goodbye
I told you thoughts that multiply
We've been here many times before
What's one more?