I've been thinking a lot about the past, because of the upcoming RGS 1979 reunion! Last night five of us from the old gang got together, brought together by the reunion website.
It was a great, non-stop talking time, as we went back to our old personalities and tried desperately to catch up on 30 years in 2 hours.
We remembered with great hilarity the quiet one, the short ones, the aggressive ones etc. We pondered what happened to the lively, wild ones and the sweet gentle ones too. The tomboys have become pretty family-types.
Who would have guessed all those years ago that we would end up like this, in different careers, with different challenges and lives?
A number of us have 16-year-olds who are exactly the same age we were 30 years' ago. Looking at my 16-year-old I remember what it was like back in school.
We are still hunting down more RGS 1979 girls. Hey, if you are reading this and know someone from that batch, pass the message on!
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Farrer Court
Last week I passed by Farrer Court. Horror of horrors! The block where I used to live was encased in green netting and half gone.
That was block B, later known as 151B. Usually, driving along Farrer Road, I could actually see the unit that was my home for 12 years. The block was visible from the road, and my home was third unit from the top, extreme left-hand side.
Well, it is but a memory now.
During the recent Hari Raya public holiday, I took a trip to Queensway Shopping Centre. When I lived at Farrer Court, that was the closest shopping centre and I would go there to take my passport photographs and make my spectacles. And, of course, as students, we would do our photocopying there.
It has kind of changed, yet stayed the same. The layout is the same, although the tenant mix has changed somewhat.
The hawker centre opposite has changed too. The turtle soup stall has gone!
That was block B, later known as 151B. Usually, driving along Farrer Road, I could actually see the unit that was my home for 12 years. The block was visible from the road, and my home was third unit from the top, extreme left-hand side.
Well, it is but a memory now.
During the recent Hari Raya public holiday, I took a trip to Queensway Shopping Centre. When I lived at Farrer Court, that was the closest shopping centre and I would go there to take my passport photographs and make my spectacles. And, of course, as students, we would do our photocopying there.
It has kind of changed, yet stayed the same. The layout is the same, although the tenant mix has changed somewhat.
The hawker centre opposite has changed too. The turtle soup stall has gone!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Miscellaneous Memories
Every momentous event makes me realise that time just keeps moving on.
Every Olympics or football World Cup season, I look at my children and wonder what they will be doing four years down the road during the next season.
And very quickly, that time seems to come around.
It also shows how quickly children grow up. I have gone from rocking them to sleep while watching events on TV to watching with them to trying to reason with them for rights to the remote control.
Last night, we were watching the F1 Grand Prix together at home for a while, and then everyone moved off to do their own thing.
It set me thinking of all the momentous events I've watched on TV over the years,starting from Man's first steps on the moon, as watched on a black and white TV in 1969.
Then, there were the National Day Parades at the Padang or the National Stadium, and the many National Day Rally speeches, the early ones being telecast from the National Theatre.
These days, many more events are watched "live" on TV or computer via live streaming.
But for me, a product of the TV rather than computer generation, watching news telecasts are kind of nostalgic.
Every Olympics or football World Cup season, I look at my children and wonder what they will be doing four years down the road during the next season.
And very quickly, that time seems to come around.
It also shows how quickly children grow up. I have gone from rocking them to sleep while watching events on TV to watching with them to trying to reason with them for rights to the remote control.
Last night, we were watching the F1 Grand Prix together at home for a while, and then everyone moved off to do their own thing.
It set me thinking of all the momentous events I've watched on TV over the years,starting from Man's first steps on the moon, as watched on a black and white TV in 1969.
Then, there were the National Day Parades at the Padang or the National Stadium, and the many National Day Rally speeches, the early ones being telecast from the National Theatre.
These days, many more events are watched "live" on TV or computer via live streaming.
But for me, a product of the TV rather than computer generation, watching news telecasts are kind of nostalgic.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Bus stops
I have just a couple of minutes, but have wanted to blog on bus stops for some time now. Ever since the papers ran pictures of the oldest bus stop in Singapore near the army camps (I used to live near there) I have been thinking of the old MacRitchie Bus stop.
This was before they separated the area into two bus stops. Then, MacRitchie was already a hub of activity as many people changed buses there. I remember stopping there every evening in the mid'70s to switch buses and buy my copy of Student World at the bus stop.
Yes, there was a little kiosk built into the bus stop and the "mama shop" sold my favourite student magazines.
Actually, Student World became Student Pal and then kind of disappeared.
Well, time for class!
This was before they separated the area into two bus stops. Then, MacRitchie was already a hub of activity as many people changed buses there. I remember stopping there every evening in the mid'70s to switch buses and buy my copy of Student World at the bus stop.
Yes, there was a little kiosk built into the bus stop and the "mama shop" sold my favourite student magazines.
Actually, Student World became Student Pal and then kind of disappeared.
Well, time for class!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Bus tales
There has been much talk about public transport of late, with higher costs, more ERP gantries and the like.
The latest is that some bus services are being introduced to duplicate the MRT routes to reduce congestion at MRT stations during peak periods.
It set me thinking about buses in old Singapore and what it was like for a student totally dependent on public buses.
When I was in Sec 1 in the mid '70s, I took public buses to and from school alone every day.
The buses then were already under SBS I think, but they were rickety old things with only one doorway.
Note, I said doorWAY and not DOOR. The buses then did not have doors, or if they did, the doors were never closed.
There would be a bus conductor who sold tickets and kept order on each bus. I won't say much about the tickets as there is information and pictures of old style bus tickets on several websites.
In those days buzzers were not at convenient spots all through the bus, but rather there was a long line down the centre of the ceiling and you could push anywhere along the line to sound the alert if you wished to alight.
Short people and kids who could not reach this would have to alert the conductor who would sound the bell.
The buses were crowded at peak hours (Oh how the times have not changed). But unlike now, when you cram into the bus and let the door close behind you as you stand on the step, I remember clinging on to the doorway for dear life, more than once, I might add, as my school bag flew in the wind and the bus hurtled down the road.
We learnt quickly to strap all our belongings securely into our school bags (sling bags rather than backpacks then) and to keep both hands free for the ride home!
It cost 10 cents for students then, and bus stamps were introduced at about that time too: $4 a month. I had to go all the way to MacKenzie Road to the SBS headquarters to buy my bus stamps then.
A woman sat at a table outside the main entrance selling the stamps for a few days each month.
Later, the stamps were sold at various outlets around Singapore.
Bus rides were a fact of life. And the best deal was to get a window seat and let the wind cool you through the open windows. No air-con in those days. But if it rained, the windows would leak terribly!
When double-deckers were introduced, I loved sitting by the window on the upper deck, plugged into my Walkman (precursor to the MP3 player) and just enjoy the ride and the view!
These days, when I get hot and bothered about crowded buses, I remember the old days, and today's bus rides don't seem so bad after all.
The latest is that some bus services are being introduced to duplicate the MRT routes to reduce congestion at MRT stations during peak periods.
It set me thinking about buses in old Singapore and what it was like for a student totally dependent on public buses.
When I was in Sec 1 in the mid '70s, I took public buses to and from school alone every day.
The buses then were already under SBS I think, but they were rickety old things with only one doorway.
Note, I said doorWAY and not DOOR. The buses then did not have doors, or if they did, the doors were never closed.
There would be a bus conductor who sold tickets and kept order on each bus. I won't say much about the tickets as there is information and pictures of old style bus tickets on several websites.
In those days buzzers were not at convenient spots all through the bus, but rather there was a long line down the centre of the ceiling and you could push anywhere along the line to sound the alert if you wished to alight.
Short people and kids who could not reach this would have to alert the conductor who would sound the bell.
The buses were crowded at peak hours (Oh how the times have not changed). But unlike now, when you cram into the bus and let the door close behind you as you stand on the step, I remember clinging on to the doorway for dear life, more than once, I might add, as my school bag flew in the wind and the bus hurtled down the road.
We learnt quickly to strap all our belongings securely into our school bags (sling bags rather than backpacks then) and to keep both hands free for the ride home!
It cost 10 cents for students then, and bus stamps were introduced at about that time too: $4 a month. I had to go all the way to MacKenzie Road to the SBS headquarters to buy my bus stamps then.
A woman sat at a table outside the main entrance selling the stamps for a few days each month.
Later, the stamps were sold at various outlets around Singapore.
Bus rides were a fact of life. And the best deal was to get a window seat and let the wind cool you through the open windows. No air-con in those days. But if it rained, the windows would leak terribly!
When double-deckers were introduced, I loved sitting by the window on the upper deck, plugged into my Walkman (precursor to the MP3 player) and just enjoy the ride and the view!
These days, when I get hot and bothered about crowded buses, I remember the old days, and today's bus rides don't seem so bad after all.
New focus
I think it's time for a new focus for this blog. No, I am not changing the focus, just adding another aspect - nostalgia.
Originally I called this blog Mummy's tales because it was to be the musings and ramblings of a working mother, showing life from an older perspective (mine) as opposed to most blogs of that time (I started the blog about 3 years ago, when blogging was a teenage thing).
However, after reading Good Morning Yesterday, which is by an older blogger, I think my blog title fits in well with his perspective on blogging as well.
He is a strong believer in the older generation passing on their experience and stories of old Singapore. I think that is a great idea, and Mummy's tales could well fit that as well, this blog is a mother's recounting of the tales of her childhood and youth.
So my blog will have a dual focus, on the past and the present.
Coming up: my first nostalgia post: public buses.
Originally I called this blog Mummy's tales because it was to be the musings and ramblings of a working mother, showing life from an older perspective (mine) as opposed to most blogs of that time (I started the blog about 3 years ago, when blogging was a teenage thing).
However, after reading Good Morning Yesterday, which is by an older blogger, I think my blog title fits in well with his perspective on blogging as well.
He is a strong believer in the older generation passing on their experience and stories of old Singapore. I think that is a great idea, and Mummy's tales could well fit that as well, this blog is a mother's recounting of the tales of her childhood and youth.
So my blog will have a dual focus, on the past and the present.
Coming up: my first nostalgia post: public buses.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Nostalgia
It's me again, back after a rather long break.
Somehow filled with nostalgia after reading Good morning yesterday, a blog that looks back at old Singapore and is filled with many evocative old photographs.
It hearkens back to my childhood too, and with current reports of Farrer Court being redeveloped, I am thinking of the old flat, where I lived as a teenager in the mid-70s.
I remember Farrer Road in the days before flyovers and underpasses, when even the Farrer Court entrance on Farrer Road was not ready, and we had to cross the big drain on flimsy planks to get to the market and HDB shops at block 8.
I think I'll post more nostalgia entries in the next few days.
That nostalgia blog set me thinking of all the old places and memories.
Somehow filled with nostalgia after reading Good morning yesterday, a blog that looks back at old Singapore and is filled with many evocative old photographs.
It hearkens back to my childhood too, and with current reports of Farrer Court being redeveloped, I am thinking of the old flat, where I lived as a teenager in the mid-70s.
I remember Farrer Road in the days before flyovers and underpasses, when even the Farrer Court entrance on Farrer Road was not ready, and we had to cross the big drain on flimsy planks to get to the market and HDB shops at block 8.
I think I'll post more nostalgia entries in the next few days.
That nostalgia blog set me thinking of all the old places and memories.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Like clockwork?
Can I save this? I can change the clock but I can't seem to post a new post! just want to check time stamping. trying for the third time.
Like clockwork?
Can I save this? I can change the clock but I can't seem to post a new post! just want to check time stamping. trying for the third time.
Like clockwork?
Have managed to change the clock on this blog. Fresh and citrusy. Hoping the time zone changes too so that the blog posts will be more accurately time stamped. Here goes my test!!!
like clockwork
Hee, am testing the clock widget thing, as the time stamp was off just now. Well I got a new clock to work and am hoping the time stamp is now updated. Testing as we speak!
back again, hoping to stay
Well am doing a test post since it has been such a long time.
Am obviously not good at this yet, since I've lost the first test post.
Well I hope to make this a more regular blog from now on.
Lets see if this works first!
Am obviously not good at this yet, since I've lost the first test post.
Well I hope to make this a more regular blog from now on.
Lets see if this works first!
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