my brother went for ndp..
reminds me of those tyms..
when the whole of primary lvl
walked to the mrt station frm my sch..
a straight line of primary 5 students wearing red..
we might have looked like a colony of red ants or smth..
reminds me of padang,
of ndp,
of city hall & raffles place..
the bag we got,
the laughs, the joy
how the tanks amazed us,
how brave & draing the parachuters were,
how nice & colourful those dances were,
how much training it took for the ug grps to perform..
how amazing the fighter planes were..
how retarded we were when it started to rain,
how many photos everyone took, except for me cos i didnt have a hp..
how the fireworks fascinated me,
how all the students were dismissed school by school,
how the stadium was divided, into masses of red & white..
how entertaining the hosts were,
how the ppl there encouraged us to be enthu
how many different gifts we got frm the bag..
how long we waited to get out of padang..
how full the train was of red ppl..
how unforgettable that day was
how i will never ever forget tt day..
how i love those days!
(:)