4 YEARS!!! THE HORROR!!!


It's the release of the O Levels results tomorrow. And isn't it amazing how fast time flies? The secondary school days - where all the fun are - are still fresh in my mind. Ocean fresh, I emphasize.

It has already been 4 whole donkey years since the day when I was in my white school uniform and seated in the air-conditioned school hall, waiting in anticipation for the Big Moment of truth.

And I remember JAE registration. I recall the dilemma. Should I go after my interest? But where will I go after that? How can I climb higher? Or shall I take the normal route? Should I continue from the first 3 months? Is it a risk? What if it turns out to be totally different from what I expected, or even worse, what I really wanted? What if passion is lost in the long run? What if it turns out that I don't even like laboratory work? What if it's a wrong choice? Which way should I go? What if I regret? I don't want to regret.

Somehow, a decision was made. I figured that if an attempt was not even given, I'll never find out. Besides, I have no wish to spend my time wondering and pondering over would I have been happier had I chose to go after my interest.


Anyway, it's been 4 years. 4 long years.

But yet, it seems like yesterday only.


I miss secondary school life. I miss the unity, the rapport, the inside jokes, the caring teachers, and the entertainment of the class ganging up and bullying and teasing them to their threshold.

And I remember the dumb, once-per-few-weeks "spot checks" after assembly. Fringe too long, must cannot touch eyebrows when flattened against your forehead. Skirt must cover at least to half of your kneecaps. Hair colour must be black and/or a few unsightly strands of white. No coloured undergarments. Hair accessories either black or blue (dark blue! And not any blue!) only. No multiple earrings. Shoes must be white only. No mobile phones. Cannot leave any books under the desk overnight. Blahblahblah...

I miss the days when classmates jest and poke fun at each other. I remember how the guys would (childishly) disturb the girls, but yet, care enough, and are gentlemen-ly enough, to help out when needed.

And most importantly, I miss the sense of belonging.


Those were the days, when school is fun, and a part of you - however vehemently you may try to deny - looks forward to school where the friends are.

Fun. Real fun.