Raffles Junior College
A Tennis Legacy


On a Wednesday afternoon, after a day of boring lectures, canteen antics, a rushed lunch at Ghim Moh, we come together at these courts, ready to be whipped into shape; eager for the adrenaline rush to engulf us, propel us to hit harder, to think craftily through each point...


Before we enter the courts, this path greets us.
It sees "us" every year, different as individuals but yet the same in spirit and name.
It is our faithful audience at each training, watching from the sides; and supporting our tired feet at the end of the day.


We enter, we place our bags at the side.
We will come to cherish our corner - where we greet friends, partners, guests.
Our corner is where we sit down, relax, chat, take a drink; and are rejuvenated.


We can be all business on court; or we can let down our hair and just "be".
The moss and leaves join in the play too.


The final physical is always tiring, but the most rewarding.
In suffering together, we bond and strengthen our camaraderie.
The whistle blows are lost in the whistling of air past our ears.
The muscle fatigue is numbed, even reversed, as we watch our friends repeat our drills.


We know that when the chase is good and done, a place of rest is always nearby.

(Can't put a pic of the canteen here cuz the current canteen looks disgusting wiith the change of colour)