Those were the days...

This was the phrase that one of my JC Geography teachers used to say... Though I could comprehend his lament but I admit... I could never really appreciate the meaning behind this phrase then... At 17, 18 years old, all I cared then was to look forward to the next day in my life, the next challenge I was to face and the next journey I was to embark... Reminsicing? Nah...

But now, I realised my frens and I are using this phrase more often... somehow, we will always be reminiscing the good old days whenever we sit down and have our bitchy, gossipy conversation...

School days were good... when all you worry about is your studies and other seemingly major stuff then including BGRs, bitchiness among gal frens, etc.

Primary school days... I had a very close gal fren back then. She was a good fren. She knew I was academically weaker than her and she encouraged me by coaching me, sharing her assessment books with me and the method on how she revised her work. Gals at that age like to classify frens as best frens, good frens, normal frens. FYI, I realise this is still valid now from what I see from my students' autographs. She was my best fren then. Still remembered we had a major misunderstanding back then and she got her mum involved to explain things to me. She valued my frenship and I valued hers. We were classmates until Secondary 2 and somehow, I can't remember why... unfortunately, we slowly drifted apart. It did not help when we went into different classes in Sec 3 and 4. Our ECA seemed the only thin thread that held our bond together. Subsequently, we sort of lost touch when she went to NJC and I went to the sch across the road... I met her early this year... and it's good to know she has found the one and is now happily married...

Secondary sch days... It's really true you meet different pple at different stages of your life... Some people are here to stay while some just stay for a period and go... I was lucky that I was a close fren to quite a number of pple (both gals and boys) during my sec sch days... Sad to say, now, I only really keep in constant contact with one of them. Or rather, she makes the effort to drag me out of my house to meet her. (All my frens now have already accepted the fact that I would just laze at home unless they nagged at me... **blush**) As for the rest, it is the kind of frenship which all of us understand that even if we do not meet so often or only meet once a year, we can count on each other any time -- and I truly appreciate this kind of frenship from the bottom of my heart. And it's kind of amazing how fate plays a huge role in that I am rather close to a gal now, who was not in my clique then...

JC days... The days then were really short but fun... the hanging out at The Pillar before sch proper started and The Forum during those free time in between lessons... Our other Geo and Math tutors were cute. We had a class diary where everyone penned down their thoughts and we got to know each other better...

Uni days... whenever I sat down with my frens to plan our timetable, they always tried to avoid arranging lessons on Mondays and Fridays. On my part, I could never understand why... To me, going to sch was fun... becos back then, I never really suffered from Monday Blues (but which I do now...)

Sigh... Those were the days...