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The Times of My Life
The four years just passed so quickly. As usual, the sands of times simply slipped through your fingers and escape your grasp. I can still remember the day I first stepped into RVHS. Everyone complained that the school looked dilapidated, secretly of course. It wasn't that bad though it was pretty run down. Strangely enough, that campus held some of my fondess memories. I wanted to join NCC, but changed to NPCC as I'll experience NCC during NS (to people who don't know these terms, too bad!).
It was tough at the beginning, with us learning how to do push-ups. The first few months were pretty tiring, with tonnes of physical activities like PT of which most of us were not used to. Then came ITC 'o3. To say it was tough was like calling a mountain a hill. I sincerely believe that it was that very first camp that forged our friendship, and made us one squad, not a group of 28 people acting weird.
I still remember Zi'Ang saying something behind an NCO's back and then kena pump. It was kind of funny actually as he said it quite loudly and was not out of earshot yet. Speaking of him, I'd like to say that he has changed a lot. My class was practically at war with him due to his attitude and it never ended till we went our ways for sec 3. I was in the same class with him through sce 3 and 4. He can still say things which irritates, but I think he lost his arrogance. So to Zi'Ang if you ever read this, good luck and all the best.
Then came ATC 'o4, which was held at Pualu Ubin. Tiring though, but it was fun to the core. The best moment was when we were done erecting our tent (we as in Eric, Raymond, Jinyu and me. were there more?), and turning to see others still struggling and when all the tents were up, ours was aligned with the wind, was the straightest, and was the most outstanding one. I guess that's why we were chosen for Campcraft Competition in 2006. Then of course there was the ration packs and the super-hard-to-light solid fuel. We could not use lighters. Rules and stuff. There was trekking and land orienteering. There was an unsual obstacle course. Oh yes, there was the carrying of the filled jerry cans in the then PA which is now known as HTA. I don't know how many litres each can held but it was heavy, very heavy.
The next year just went by, and soon we organised ROD 'o5. The change of command ceremonial parade that day made us NCOs. It was a proud moment, watching the various squad ICs and CCA heads of my squad and the previous NCO squad carry out the ceremony. I became the head of publications. It was fun being a photographer, capturing all the various moments worth remembering. Before long, we went through the parade again, but this time, it was a moment of sadness. The NCO status that we once held with pride had the prefix 'ex-' added to it.
The 'O' levels came soon after. There was the stress and what not, but it was fun and there is this rewarding feeling after having done self-study with friends from 8am to 5pm. Inevitably, the examinations became memories, as they are to me now. The next big thing was graduation night. With everyone dressed-up so formally for what seemed like a black-tie dinner, it amazes me how much older we are now. It was suprising how clothing can change a person's appearance. The guys looked like young business men and the girls like celebrities. We took our last squad photo that day.
I finally realise how true is the phrase 'united we stand divided we fall' is. As a squad and as a band of friends, we were strong. Now that we've gone our seperate ways, the feeling is fading and will soon be gone. New friends will come, as fate has it, but nothing can ever bring back the sweet intoxicating feelings. The friendship we had were forged by time and pain. The trainings we endured together hardened the bond. Nothing can stand against time and sooner or later, time will chip away at the bonds, weakening it as we drift apart. If I ever had another family, RVNP is like none other. In fact it is like my other family, in which we are all brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, this family had to leave the nest and can never return to stay. Out in the open, it will be hard to be together anymore but I hope we can stay in touch. I think it is fate that brought us together, and I am thankful that our paths converged for four short years.
The memories will be with me, and I draw strength from them. And that I will do till even memories cannot stand against the corrosion of time. I will gladly do anything to bring back the days, may it be PT till I drop dead. I just hope that someday, we could all be together once more.
IF I CAN TURN BACK TIME I WILL GLADLY SO SO
IF TIME WERE A PERSON, I WILL STAB HIM DEAD
IF ONLY TIME REPEATS ITSELF
My dear dear time, DAMN YOU F***ER!