Dawn and Memories

A colleague asked me who gave me the name “Dawn”. Her question brought back memories.

If I remembered correctly, I was 16 then and the usual gang and a few of the senior vball boys had arranged for our first official visit to Canto – a disco that plays a combination of English and Chinese and Cantonese songs. I think it was Mummy H who suggested the “adventure”. Back then, it was legal for 16 to go to a disco, but we cant take alcoholic drinks. Our drink coupons had a stamp to indicate so. I still remembered us taking pictures before entering Canto.

I didn’t have an English name before that. I remembered that the group of us was talking before that night and I was told that I shouldn’t use my real name. Mummy H (I think it was her) then suggested that I should be called “Dawn”. And so, I was Dawn.

When I went to JC, I had wanted an English name and I stuck to “Dawn”. I like how the name sounds strong, I like being strong (personality). I still remember how I introduced myself as “Dawn” but took some getting used to and didn’t quite readily respond when people called me. That was years and years ago.

On a totally different note, another colleague told me that she was speaking to another colleague (let’s name him T). T’s impression of me was a “bikey lady with a tattoo man”! I supposed that tattoo man must be Daddy Lim and I had given up on my bike donkey years ago! Too funny.

Memories are nice. As time passes, isn’t it great that humans tend to only remember the happy times?

Mummy Lim