How many of us have our blood system gushed up at the at the mention of STAR? Or is the memory of STAR is just fading away?
For many of us the memory of STAR evoked the feeling of nostalgia, the feeling of camaraderie, a special fraternity, the belonginess, etc. Maybe to some the "esprit de corps still lingers on.
For many of us the memory of STAR evoked the feeling of nostalgia, the feeling of camaraderie, a special fraternity, the belonginess, etc. Maybe to some the "esprit de corps still lingers on.
After all, STAR plays such an imprtant part of our formative years as we traverse this world. A lot of our imprints were developed there during our adolescent years.
We are now entering our golden years. Soon we will be in the twilight of our life on this earth. It just looms over the horizon. It is sobering thoughts. It is no wonder that some of us becoming more philosophical with religious inclined wisdoms.
Some of us have returned to STAR many time, some with less regularity and some none at all.
I was having breakfast with Ali Yusuf at Heritage Hotel during his PPD Conference in June when he quipped, "I have never been back to school after I left in 1972. It still looked the same."
Physically the school has changed even though the panaromic view is not. The dorms have changed. Our two dorms during yesteryear are combined into one. The dining hall has chnegd. The rugby field between black and red houses is dotted with a surau in front of the dining hall.
What has not changed is the spirit of STAR inside us.
Wherever we are now, whatever we are doing now in these twilight years; counting how many kids we have, how many son/daughter in laws we have, how many grandchildren we have, our spirit still not changed. Just wait when we are gathered around. The child in us will come into play. That child that was nurtured at STAR.
So cherish this while we can. Make a trip to STAR while we can. Walk along the corridors or covered paths. Feel the epipheny of the dining hall. Reflect while you zoom your views around the padang and the limestone hillstone which stand majestically behind our alma matter.
We are now entering our golden years. Soon we will be in the twilight of our life on this earth. It just looms over the horizon. It is sobering thoughts. It is no wonder that some of us becoming more philosophical with religious inclined wisdoms.
Some of us have returned to STAR many time, some with less regularity and some none at all.
I was having breakfast with Ali Yusuf at Heritage Hotel during his PPD Conference in June when he quipped, "I have never been back to school after I left in 1972. It still looked the same."
Physically the school has changed even though the panaromic view is not. The dorms have changed. Our two dorms during yesteryear are combined into one. The dining hall has chnegd. The rugby field between black and red houses is dotted with a surau in front of the dining hall.
What has not changed is the spirit of STAR inside us.
Wherever we are now, whatever we are doing now in these twilight years; counting how many kids we have, how many son/daughter in laws we have, how many grandchildren we have, our spirit still not changed. Just wait when we are gathered around. The child in us will come into play. That child that was nurtured at STAR.
So cherish this while we can. Make a trip to STAR while we can. Walk along the corridors or covered paths. Feel the epipheny of the dining hall. Reflect while you zoom your views around the padang and the limestone hillstone which stand majestically behind our alma matter.
Travel back into the time machine while you can. It's not much time left. It's just worth it.
I have been doing it many time. Each time feeling alive!
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