Fridays in the past 30 years.

When I was young, Fridays used to be the days when I would suffer the horrible bus rides from Boon Lay to Bt Timah, 'chap-ko' (10 mile) to visit my granny. Fridays were spent listening to her stories and eventaully the lullaby she would croon in some forgotten melody

When I was in Primary one, Fridays were spent in the secondary school field of Jurong School, catching grasshoppers and ladybirds and chasing after the ice-cream man who sells coconut flavor icecream.

When I was in Secondary school, Fridays were wasted at Bt. Timah Plaza eating chicken noodles or ogling at girls. Occasionally I would spend it in school, painting banners or just simply waited for nightfall afterwhich we would go for ice-kacang ko-song @ Blk 26.

When I was in JC, Fridays were spent at either council room or at JEC, wasting our youth away with the same-old-gang.

When I was in NS, Fridays were spent in camps, eagerly waiting for book-outs. Some times, kena confinement had to stay in camp and watch the stray dogs mate or the cats catching cockroaches.

In freshie days, Fridays were spent in Central Library mugging. (Ok. I tried.)

In honours year, Fridays were spent either in PGP pantry feasting or honours room rushing the thesis.

In NIE days, Fridays were exhausted in Md. Sultan's Madam with some Hall 5 people.

In teaching days, on Fridays, I will have the company of the night to walk me home in my tired, drained physique.