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Sunday, February 01, 2004

once again red cross flag day is over.. it flashes me back a lot of memory... back to when i was a still a sec 1 cadet... when we will still so innocent. when we first heard that we were going to the flag day...i still remember that our first response is.. " what? sell flag?? which flag ...school flag or singapore flag?" what a joke we have make. on the day of selling flag... all of us seem to be filled with fear and somehow a little bit of expectation... holding our very own tin, with our very own series number on it. no knowing where we were going, we board the bus and ahead toward the place where we make our first step out to selling flag... holding the tin, standing by the traffic light, i seem to be tranfixed...fear filled me up again... i was wondering how do i approach a stanger...what if they ignored me... what if.......... a lot of question seem to pop up to my mind... standing there looking at the crowd walking pass by and then look back at my tin, i dont know what to do.. just as i was pondering, a man from the crowd walk towards me a drop a coin inside my tin, it lit up a innocent smile( maybe i wasnt that innocent now...) i finally make out my first step and appoach stranger using phrases like " good morning sir/ madam, could u like to make some donation..." and it works... soon is the competition of whose tin is the heaviest, i still rememeber that we almost got the whole tin filled up...
this year had already been my third year in participation, as usual, standing my the traffic light approaching stranger for money, but the enthu back then was no longer there... everyone seem to sell the flag as they were told to... i shouldnt say that the competition of whose tin is heaviest is gone...there are still cadets competing on it... but just that the innconcent smile when got the first coin and feeling filled with fear and expectation could not be seen in cadets nowadays... unlike us in the past, they could approach a stranger easily... that good for them, but i just missed those days and the feeling filled with lot of fear expectation and questions.