Today was the final day for visiting Mr Lee at Parliament House. We came at a time where the organizer had decided not to admit people into Padang. All were told to head home.
We joined a queue just beside St Andrew Cathedral. It hardly moved and we sat for almost 2.5hrs. At 615am, we made progress and we were ushered towards the Padang.
Despite all the waiting, most of us were patience and moved in pace with the queue.
The Padang was pretty empty. Umbrella lined the barricades. Each represented another kid soul.
We were ushered towards the floating platform. It was a long walk. No one complained. No one ran.
We all knew that it would eventually leaded us to PH. Kiasuism does not seem to exist today.
Unfortunately our group was made to walk the longest mile. One of the LT Col explained and told us not to rush. By rushing, people at the end of the line will start to run. He led us back to the PH.
This time, we did not returned to the Padang.
If you have noticed. The line were manned by high ranking officers.
Not NSF. It had made the difference.
On our final stretch. A sign indicated a 40mins queue. It was our final push to pay respect to Mr Lee.
I looked at the people around me. Some had teared!
It took us no longer than 15 mins to enter PH. I was impressed by the Virgil guards.
There were 2 lines for paying tributes. The coffin was placed quite a distance away, no chance to get a good look at his face.
Some bowed, some stopped for a short while to pray while others were ushered away.
Tears were shed…while many held back.
2, 8 or 9 hours. Those who persevered would had felt that they had accomplished what they had came for.
Thank you Mr Lee.
After a few months of hiatus, I am back at the opera. The backstage to be exact. It was a new year, new start and looking for new inspirations.
I still spent most of my time backstage. The makeup moments were so magical. You almost felt that time had freeze for a few seconds.
There were no makeup artist on backstage. All performers were responsible for their own makeup.
Something we seldom get to see. Rehearsal.
2015 was another significant year. We have moved into a new estate and more importantly, Megan goes to Primary one.
We are not morning person. I could imagined kiddo waking up at 5am for school.
We found ourselves transported back to our primary school days. Each parents sat at their child’s table, following the instruction from the form teacher. She had prepare 70 slides, which all of us diligently follow through. The difference was, the mobile phone became the most advanced tool for taking notes.
The modern day classroom had not changed much. Except for the whiteboard, the tables and chairs looked so familiar. School bags were more graphical with the Frozen theme high up on the chart!
The new school compound was huge and spacious. The lift looked like a luxury item! Looking back, I used to climb 5 floors to my P6 classroom. I did not recalled lift installed in my secondary and JC blocks.
We met Megan in the canteen. The P4 sister assigned to guide her looked kind of worried. They were running around and eventually we found out that on the first day of school, she had lost her water bottle! Interestingly, we did not find out what she had for lunch!
Looking on the bright side, she seemed to have blend in well. Perhaps no homework had been assigned! As the P1 returned to the classroom, the parents went back for a 2nd round of talk.
A new journey!
For many of the P1, it was a new experience heading back home. To me, the school bus was an interesting space as we get to interact with friends from different classes and levels. We used to play cards, games and even pointed middle fingers to strangers at public bus stops. During my days, it took me an hour to reach home. I had made many good friends but were also bullied by a few seniors. School bus journeys were still an awesome memories.
Now my child was retracing our footsteps and we wished her the best!