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Cat High 2000 graduation video
http://homepage.mac.com/imedia_chs/iMovieTheater19.html

Yup. If any cat high guy stumbles upon this do click the link. It's a trip down memory lane.

Yes. I've been hit by a huge wave of nostalgia. Haha. I can't help it. After fiddling with quicktime for an hour I finally got the video to play. Put it plainly: I really miss those days. I agree I worked like a dog, and perhaps jc life was slightly more enriching, but i think i can probably safely say that i still prefer my sec school. Some of my frens may not have the same thoughts..well.

I recall a particular conversation I had with yida in sec 2. We were lamenting that we regretted our decision in choosing this school over..say..anderson. Haha. Of course, it seemed like THE chinese high was the dream school of every guy at that time. but when your psle scores aint that great you 're not left with many other choices. And I lived in amk. I couldnt choose st nics. RI was out. So you see, I didn't really like or dislike my choice. But after a bad experience with eldds in sec 1, and with the school rankings dipping then, I thought wat a lousy school. Even a stupid guy like me can top sec 1..bah..ok don't stone me but that's wat I thought then. I was a stupid boy. In a stupid school. The principal was so long-winded that even the teachers gripe about it in front of us. Gangsterism probably peaked at that time. You will never see a student point his middle finger at the teacher in front of everyone in another sap school I suppose. Rite..am I revealing too much.

It's not an illusion, but I think our batch was very mild. Only 1 real gangster.. some guy from 2s2 who quit school. Loser..he was so puny, I mean physically punier than I was..and he wanted to be a gangster. Go and fly a kite la. THings improved. I griped less. I liked it.

The times we stayed back to play table tennis, basketball. How we liked to bitch about the bitch. The bitch is now a journalist with a local tabloid haha and she really isn't a bitch.. she's a nice form teacher. Juz can't stand the way she alfi alfi the whole day. Yeah, many more.

One ought to be forward looking. Something is not quite right with my state now. How long was it since I've held a table tennis bat or a basketball. Why can't I find the same joy I had in the past? Is it so elusive? Or juz a matter of we're all grown up? I'm waiting..to be rejuvenated by something. Yet, I dunno wat that is. I'm learning how to cast aside burdens. How to be more discerning. How to do as I like.

posted by Alvin @ 2:18 AM |

Out of sight, it seems, is out of mind. Already I feel lighter. Juz when everything seems better for me, trouble starts to brew.

Enough of that. It's been a tiring week. Went a-knocking on pple's doors. For the unacquainted, my group's trying to find the prevalence and awareness of hypertension among residents in teban gardens. Muz admit, i was quite onz the first few days. now i'm sick of the coffeeshop food, of walking thru the same vandalised staircase landings, of knocking the same doors. The fun part is interviewing pple and listening to their stories.. haha and I like my group. The indian and malay families are the friendliest. Truly hospitable. The chinese are hostile to the core. We did discuss this issue before: whether you would open the door if someone knocks on it. The first thing you would think is that fella muz be a salesman/insurance agent..nah not gonna spend my time entertaining him..so we prolly wont open the door and hope he goes away. So, to circumvent this, we wore our lanyards and hang our stethoscopes around our necks, as if trying to tell the person who's looking thru the eyehole on the door, we're not salesmen. I don't know how effective this method is, cos some of them still ask if they need to pay for taking their bld pressure and answering the questionnaire. Haha..

Push on.

posted by Alvin @ 7:25 PM |