Memories
Am taking a break from marking, so was trying to start on my guest list for the wedding, plus trying to pick suitable songs for the repetoire. Thinking through the guest list makes you go back to times past, so lots of fond memories do come to mind... Such as life staying in PGP when I was in uni, where we cooked up all sorts of funny dinners in the common kitchen, and would throw spaghetti on the wall to see if it was cooked (we learnt that from the movie Il Mare), but some ended up on the ceiling where we couldn't get it down! Late night suppers at Fong Seng where we would have cheese prata and teh tarik, overnight vigils to cram the hefty stack of physiology notes into our brains, until we got so bonkers that we kept talking about cortisol and oxytocin... Star gazing and having prayer sessions at the "engine bridge"... Having musical rehearsals for VCF musicals at Aaron's church, all the sharing and bible studies during contact group times, meeting up at the big round tables at the KFC area in Science faculty after lessons... our long study sessions in the Science library, where we would stay until they played the closing song to chase all the people out... Long biochemistry practicals, and trips to the zoo to note how different species differed in form and structure. That was my uni life.

And in JC, the studying sessions at KAP Macs, the rushing every morning to reach school to get to the band room before they closed the instrument store as we played every morning for flag raising, the sleepy afternoon loooonnng biology practicals looking at schlerenchyma and parenchyma and cutting up stinky kidneys... Mr Ho our conductor always mixing my name with Gracia's... Performing at Takashimaya and the Botanical Gardens, and the nervousness before SYF, the cutting of our band CD, and our annual Etude concerts...

And in Secondary, the fun times we had hanging around the band room, playing all sorts of songs, the Sarawak trip where our seniors played pranks on us, and got us locked out of our hotel room... the crying when the band got a bronze for the SYF... the constant shining of boots with lots of water and the smell of burning leather, until our fingers were caked with shoe polish... the pumping on the hot carpark floor... the drill under the hot sun, where we got so tanned that we had sock marks and T-shirt marks... The night games during band camp, where the torture chamber was the toilet (with the lights off!), and where they locked you in the toilet cubicle and sprayed water all over you, then released you to find your group while having to avoid "ghosts" with white robes and black lipstick...

In Primary, the running to the drains to catch tadpoles from the drains... the choir practices where the teacher would poke your tummy to see if you were using your diaphragm... the times where we took turns to fall into the pond... the time where I fell into the drain in Pri 4 and couldn't get out, so they had to haul me out...

And in recent times, the numerous cups of coffee drunk in the NIE canteen... the rushing of long essays on teaching, the times the bio class hung out for lunch, and talked all sorts of nonsense, the badminton and karaoke sessions we had... Attending weddings and housewarmings...

I think its all these little things that we remember the most, not the exam grades or achievements, but the experiences shared with others. :0) Ah... life!