What I miss about JC: the humility of people with big brains and sympathetic hearts.
visit “here” (hwa chong)
“Everytime we expand our horizons, we learn something new.”
“Hwa Chong has a no-blame culture & a can-do mindset”
-Mr Ang Wee Kheong
What we had then, is already gone. Time to work on what is here today. Rather than always looking back to what was. Thank God for those times and move on.
Yes, I am less idealistic and more material wanting.
Probably the alumni are the richest around now, still sound like the students they were in the JC days.
It was a place of innocence, of love, of friendship. I never knew how I’d miss those JC days; that I’d dream about them in 128 bit color and surround sound. It was a place of peace, and of rest. At least, temporarily. Until the reality of streams by ‘A’ level results entered the picture.
It was then that we moved on. Shed maybe a crystal tear or two, genuinely repented, and moved on. Moved on on that understanding that life is meant to be lived for the high achievers.
What happens to the rest of us that are normal. A stream of consciousness entered my thoughts and that is what this blog today is.
I have never been in such a ‘utopia’ before. It’s really heaven. I never thought I’d miss it, till I left it. It’s the place that has ursurped so many hours of my life, through friendships formed, band practice, jogs. And yet has given so much back; taught me to study and value sound advice.
“dan chun” – from the small village. Yet they are able to engage in commerce and politics so well, adapting, moulding to the environment. What will we be like in 20 years? Life is but a breath. We grow old, and then we die. Before that, we build our empires, environments, that we laugh, sneeze and build our families in. All in a semblance of imagined, fragile security.
Security that could go any moment, given that what if we die. What if we cast off our bodies of this world, and journey to the next where we are not met with train tickets for the long journey because there is no one to prepare them for us anyway. Because what we do on this earth cannot be transferred to the underworld; resistance is futile.
What if, what if. What if I had bought that Sony watch. The cheap one – 1 imitation for $10. Imitation is limitation. He might as well have said ‘1 limitation for $10′. I wouldn’t have known the difference.
Cynicism, fresh breath of creativity. In honor of those good, old days.
