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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Monday, January 23, 2006

Dear Diary,
The end of my primary school education sparked of my taste for more knowledge! Well the sky's the limit . I think everyone in my class Dreamt of getting in the top schools. I felt so left out, so disappointed, so like an outcast as compared to those who swiftly left for top schools. I could see the bloody smile on their face, as if they had kicked me to the floor and poured shit on my face. IT WAS THE END, my brother got into ACS(I) and me? I made it to the school oppostite of that one. If u cant get in there, sigh, at least I settled for somewhere nearby. I remember my brother used to mock me, look down on me. During fights he would say that my results for PSLE was lower than his so I got no say. HOW THE FUCK can I argue with that, it was a fact, I fell silent....
As I looked around the room where I got back my school posting, I saw smiling faces, smiles as long Chris ****. Unfortunate for me, my surname was Pek, so my turn was never among the first few. I had to bear witness their joy and happiness. I didnt expect much, I got what I deserve. Hmmm since my mother was the one teaching me all the time, maybe I should blame her? LoL what an excuse.
Fairfield Methodist Secondary School was my destination, I was not amused. It was my 4th choice, what a bad number indeed. I was Doomed. Banished to the realm of yellow and blue, never able to touch the badge embodied by the magistic dragon with wings. But I wasnt the only one that suffered this common downfall. I was happy to find someone in the same boat as I am. hahahahahaha Looks like Jasmine is stuck with me for another 4 years *bleah. Later the likes of ZY joined our cause. I wasnt alone anymore.
Eh, on the day of signing up, I tried to console myself. I left the same time as my brother as he left for school. My father's car passed by his school before making a whole U turn to get into mine. Wait!! He didnt even TURNED!! Me and my mother had to walk as my father had a meeting to attend. My first impression as I walked in was WTF , this school is damn run down. Cracks in the walls and fading yellow paint. For the first time in my life I felt afraid to enter school. Like I am some crazy cb walking into a mental hospital. I remember I was told to check the board to find out which class I was posted to, LoL I think that was the only thing I was looking forward to. You see, I have been in the top class for almost all of my life up during my Primary school days and so I expect much from myself and expect others to think highly of me. I browse through the A classlist. FUCK la IT MUST BE A MISTAKE, THERES NO PEK KIM YEW. Sigh, then my name got to be in the B class then, its the least I can settle for. My heart broke, I felt so heavy that I fell from the clouds to be among ordinary people (no offense) at ground level.
My name appeared in the C classlist, it was the first time in my fucking life that reality actually kicked me in the stomach and say "Pek, you know what, you think you are so smart! Well there are ppl better than YOU, let me count ya? 2 WHOLE CLASSES!!"
I wanted to go home immediately, my mother had to drag me to my class to take my orientation package. IT CANT BE!!! I AM PEK KIM YEW for GODSAKE! I hope you guys can understand what I felt at that time. I really really was damn fucking sad, I think sad cant even describe what I felt. DEVASTATING!!

The problem I feel now since I am more mature now =p Is that Primary school kids are living the life that their parents what them to live. This may not apply to everyone, so those ppl can piss off. As I was saying, these kids get so attuned to what their parents want them to do that in the end, they feel obliged to live that life. All parents want the best for their child, they all want their child to be getting top grades, getting awards for this and that, being the best. And the kids are induced to believing that they want and can achieve those standards, cause my parents think I can. They are dependent on their parents and so they do not want to disappoint them. I feel that myself, getting back test scores, making the cut isnt for me. During that time I think I was doing everything for them, and so when I scored like a 70++ I felt that I had betrayed them.
Such practises just comes back to bite you in the ass when all of a sudden something serious like failing an exam, making your poor child at a lost. You think they are studying for themselves??? Think again Moms and Dads, maybe when they grow older, yes. But during Primary school, they are doing it for you.
This of course is just me, and my opinions are of course not valid. I just hope some of you out there feel the same.


OK ENOUGH OF THOSE SAD STUFF. Its making my hungry. This is just the beginning of it LOL, I havnt even started school yet!!! My secondary school days are on the other hand are one of the best days of my life, if only I knew earlier haha. Well stay tune ya. Those of you in the same secondary school as me, why dont we take the journey back as I recall some of the events that happened over the cause of those 4 years.
STAY TUNED!!

Pekky OUT

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE
ang pous come to daddy!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

This IS JJC RUGBY TEAM!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Dear Diary,

"So many years in one yesterday"
Looking back those yesterdays still engraved in my mind, flipping back those pages....

FUCK la, I am not dead, KNN like a cb old man.. yadayadayada

*ahem

Ok back to what You all been waiting for!!! Now who says children in primary school can experience love?? They are just to stupid to know what it is, or wtf they are suppose to do in the first place. Love in the eye of a Singaporean child "SOMETIMES" "MAYBE" "USUALLY" can only be found in novels, television and movies. Well reality makes sure that in this life we live in, we are the script writers soooo whoever we like, love, want to be with is up to us to step up, CONFESS and finally hope it all ends happily. Well HOW THE FUCK A PRI SCHOOL KID knows all this?? How they know that love can be so simple and yet so complicated at the same time, or HOW THEY KNOW ABOUT SEX (unless they err watch porn or something) <---- just for the record, dont mix the 2 ya? sex doesnt always mean love and love doesnt always mean sex. Well but if you are two of legal age then I nothing to say la, just be smart to take the precautions. Like Robbie Williams once say "a man only has enough blood to either go to his penis or his brain" STOPPPPPPP! I am getting out of point. *ahem Well Pek Kim Yew was an innocent boy then, hes affection for girls are of course innocent. No hes not a playboy or a 2 timing bastard. Hes just a boy that found himself caught in sometime he never felt before, to actually like a girl. Hmmmm I think its going to be a bit sensitive to I decided to change the names (dont worry they are quite obvious) Lets talk about "Devil" Shes a quiet person, very soft spoken, fair chinese girl. Too bad i dont have any pictures of her now. I havent seen her for a while also. Well she always speak in chinese LOL, dont worry i understood what she was saying. But she has a problem speaking with English i feel, everytime she speaks english, its like so uncomfortable for her. Her chinese on the other hand is like second nature to her. I think she was the class rep during primary 5 and 6. Sigh i dont really know if my feelings for her were true or not, its just that seeing her makes me feel happy and when you are troubled or something, all you need is to gaze upon her. Her radiance is so soft and soothing, like a soft bed that u just sink into. Of course at that time I didnt know how to pen my feelings down, but I sure know how to show that I had a thing for her. I think it was after PSLE there was this celebration at one of my classmates house. Typical game = truth or dare. I didnt wan to tell the truth so i chose DARE WAHAHAHAHAHA. DARE = go to the person u like and sit next to her! Ahh thats easy i thought, I just walked over and sat next to Devil LOL. A bit direct but the effect was there?? All she did was laugh so I dont know what that meant anyways. But she of course surely didnt have Pek on her mind, I think at that time she was totally into another guy in my class. Thats besides the fact that she told me once that I was among the best looking guys in the class (LOL those other guys must really sucked). Talking about this guy, oooo hes popular, i even thought he was good looking at that time, center parting and all. He hit puberty early so he had the manly low voice that Pek doesnt. Hes a nice guy however, a strong steady kind of guy, sigh...how i compete with him!! I am JUST Pek and hes... If i had a time machine would i go back and change all this? make her like me? I think not, I wont know what to do anyway. The last time I saw her was during some class gathering, we went to her house to watch "my sassy girl" I hope shes doing fine now, I always wondered if she liked me LOL hmmm maybe thats abit to far fetched. OH wells as long as i remember her... NEXT Is there even a next?? Like I said, Pek isnt those that have a flowery histroy of boy like girl history. I guess when I really like a girl, I really do. It takes a long time for me to like another after one. Dont know if its good or bad lol. Maybe because there was always no closure, like Devil knows I like her but i guess she didnt really reject me or I guess I was too of a coward to really chase her. So those feelings I had for her was dangling there for like 3-4 years of my primary school life. Hey what was love to me then anyway, i got other kid stuff to worry about, or my mother finding out I was spending time with a girl rather than my studies. Maybe my feelings for her wont that deep after all,hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Wait I think there was a time I liked "Diasy" <--- cover up name. She was cute lol, i remember her changing hairstyle from long to short, so adorable ^^ What i liked about her then was that she was very lively and bubbly, always talking. Shes a very fun type of person, when you are with her you will never go bored. Shes short so that makes her very hug-able? Thinking about it now, i feel like Hugging her now and tell her what a wonderful friend she is. I am not the type of guy that talks alot and shes the opposite, so opposites attract? But its more of a crush la, like a short period of time, those shallow kind of puppy love. Shes still part of my life though, Dont know why we have this amazing affinity to end up in the same schools, Do you know we were born from the same hospital? LOL maybe shes connected to my life somehow hahaha. Well I am heading to army so she cant follow. HOW ABOUT GIRLS THAT LIKE ME?? I heard there was one, during lower primary, shes from Hong Kong. Errr shes not very errr good looking, What i remember is that she looked like those bird character in the warner brothers classic cartoons. The other more interesting one was this girl. What should I call her? Ling? Ok Ling was in the same class as me for many many years, even in the same sec school and SAME SEC CLASS during upper secondary. Hahaha shes another stalker o.O She sat beside me during one year of primary school, I forgot. Thats when she liked me she said. But she didnt reveal this then la, I only found she liked me at that time during secondary school when I accompanied her back home and we were having lunch at the coffee shop at Bukit Purmei. Theres more to her hahaha, but I will only reveal this in the future so i wont repeat myself *hint --------------OKOKOK THE END FOR THIS PRIMARY SCHOOL SEGMENT------------------------- Other NEED to know about my Pri school life:My neighbours up and down all are my classmates before. Dont know how to spell the chinese guys name, hes YQ. The other is my GOOD friend back then Salleh. We do everything together man, go buy potato chips after school, we were like brothers.I used to wait for him to go home everyday, even when he had PA duty to keep the mics and stuff after evening assembly. But i felt so bad taking his digimon cards, that day i asked if I could see his digimon card collection, he said ok and came to my house to show me. There was an unwanted pile he showed me, he asked if i wanted any. I SAID I WANTED ALL LOL, he gave me though i think there was regret in his eyes. I AM SOOO SORRY! I STILL HAVE SOME OF THEM! I miss my Primary school, most of the teachers that taught me already left and thats y i stopped going back during teachers day. To my other primary school buddies : RACHEL i saw u at ACJC open house and u IGNORED ME!! ALL THE BEST TO THE REST!! I forgot the school song though hahaha. RADINMAS PRIMARY SCHOOL Work and Play

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Thats me now, with my bro


Me again with my bro


My pri school science badges


My PRI MEDALS, *Bottom : 80m 3rd, Top : SKIPPING CHAMPION!!!!!! BEAT THAT FUCKERS


Thats me grad from Kindergarden


Thats me in pri school, lol my buspass


Thats me in my Bicycle *jealous right, i pwn u, i had wheels since young

Dear Diary,
Ok i try to cramp as much about the last years of my primary school life within these 2 entries. Who wants to know about young Pek anywae, he has Big glasses, hes skinny, he has short hair (number 1), he wears high socks ( either folded or rolled o.O), what a freak!! If i were to return back to that time, i will be the smartest and most well dressed kid!! I cant believe i wore the power ranger bag to school and thought it was cool, well my bro did the same thing so i guess we are both dumb.
I think i started to outgrow my bed already, the funny thing is, u know i share a room with my bro so our beds are in the same room parrallel to each other. Theres a gap between our beds, but me and my bro both have a damn bad habit, it seems that our beds were too small for our dreams. Quite frequent will we find ourselves falling over and sleeping on the floor in the morning! Lucky it never happened before when both of us fall ontop of each other *phew. My mother fixed the problem by putting another bed inbetween to "soften" our fall lol.
I dont know about all of you, but i have a favourite pillow, i cant sleep without it. I just got to smell it before i sleep, even today i had to smell my pillow first before sleeping. I can smell my pillow out from a pile and i just love the way it smelled, its SOoooooo ME! It was my friend, he was always there to comfort me in the middle of the night, providing warmth and a weapon to my nightmares. My current pillow has been with me since that davastating accident T_T. I was sick that day and it was time to sleep, i hugged my pillow to sleep as usual thinking tommorrow will be a better day. I woke up in the middle of the night, i got this feeling i got to puke so i sat up trying to rub my stomach, then it happened! MY PILLOW, I HAD TO SAVE IT, ITS MORE IMPT THAN ME!! SAVE IT please... When i knew i was going to puke all the crap out, i threw my pillow to safety, ITS SAFE!! But it all didnt end like this, there was another wave of PUKE creeping up my gullet at an extraordinary rate, it projected out of my mouth ontop my pillow!!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooo that was the end, I killed my pillow, my pal since i was like 6 years old, good bye my friend...
Hmmmm i remember my school had a bird cage, a Big one, inside of course there were birds, chickens and ducks rather. I dont know what my class was thinking, they went to the principal to see if our class could adopt the cage!!! OMG i just got signed for bird poop collection?? My class were attached to the bird cage, feeding the chickens from the fence till they decided, "Hey since we love to feed the chickens, why dont we adopt it?" Well next time, the TERM WE has to be discussed really carefully ya? So began the task for cleaning and all the shit. Playing with the newly hatched chicken was fun at first though, till you hold them and they poop at your pants. I think one of them was blacky cause DUH it was black -.- One class tried to compete with us and wanted to adopt the cage too, if u ask me, I WELCOME THEM. Unfortunately, my class objected and it lead to confrontation. I couldnt remember much about it, the class was a younger and was from the tail end classes (bird brains they think alike), one of them was an AH BENG, I stood up to him i remember after seeing him trying to raise his voice at Jasmine ^^ hahaha *flex
Enough about birds, that period was also the time when IT was introduced into our classrooms. You cant give children too much freedom i tell you, AFTER SCHOOL, WOOOO STARCRAFT LAN PARTY. Everyday after school, never fail. I sucked at it though, always got beaten by my other class guys. Besides starcraft, Championship managers were also installed lol. I remember one of my classmate didnt study chinese so he spent his time in the same class playing CM3 while the lesson was going on. We would signal to him if we wanted to buy players and peaked when its our team up for matches. Of course we got into trouble, one of our starcraft disc got confiscated, till today its still with the teacher i think LOL. I got into trouble with my mother too, got quite a beating when i returned home so late after school hahaha, "one more game lehz"
The 6B class tried to copy us by installing games too, but their games were so gay, WHO PLAYS SONIC WHEN U GOT STARCRAFT, they seriously need a life.
Talking about the 6B class, they seriously got a problem with us, i think its because we keep kicking their ass in studies from way back when we were primary 5 6. They tried to out do us but end up emulating, i remember the young scientist badge thingy. The stuff whereby u need to complete a number of task before u are awarded a badge from the science center? Well our Form teacher had this idea to break the school record of the most number of badges awarded to a class that year. Guess what the B class ppl had the same idea after we broke the record as well!!! woooooo how original , seriously they can lick my ass.

OKI OKI thats all for today, enjoy the pics ya? I will be back with more soon, stay in touch. PEKKY OUT!!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dear Diary,
To My mother " I love you no matter WHAT!!" *muacks

Primary school is all about growing up, new environment, new friends, new subjects to study. Its all fun, the schooling part that is. I guess ppl at that age usually cant wait to go home but I on the other hand was a total opposite...

Going home for me was actually quite painful, literally. Well let me introduce u to none other than my WONDERFUL MUM. Well just a short intro about her, judging by her younger photos, shes cute^^ but her ways have gone far from that range of Cute. Its the best interest of all Mothers to care for their child, nothing is ever stronger than the bond between mother and child. Well ok enough about the good stuff ya?
Torture isnt a very good word to use, how about "Its for your own good?". My father being a working person always leaves in the morning and come home only at night so, the responsibilty of taking care of the children was in her hands. But from as far as I know, her hands were either holding onto a cane or a text book T_T Like all Kiasu Mums still existing today, getting Top 20 just wont cut it, worst if u score all 70s. Primary school, and I think most of you would agree with me is, If u dont get Top5, or Get 90s, pray for Thicker skin ya??
* I am a bit bias here cause u know being in the Top class and all...
So let the rebellion begin. I HATED my mum at that time, she was KING, i cant over power her, I so SMALL, i cant outrun her, my Legs are too short and i cant out shout her, havnt gone through puberty so my voice = mouse. She was the slave driver, the ultimate nightmare. U see my house is just OPPOSITE my school( i love at bukit purmei) and so after school SHE will BE THERE WATCHING. Like an eagle stalking its prey. She could SEE my every move as i walk home, any delays springs endless questions and most probably the weapon.
Here are some of the "regulations"
1) come on immediately after school ( she can see so i cant get pass that )
2) bedtime = 8 pm, at most 9 pm
3) no staying over at friends house
4) Subject assessments *tons of them
5) CHINESE SPELLING EVERYDAY!!! <----- i seriously cannot make it
Failure to abide my the rules would lead to caning.
Weapon of choice:
1) Every replacable and damn CHEAP cane bought from the nearby grocery store.
2) the Clothes Hanger thats hanging all around.

Sometimes a parent must understand a child's intellectual abilities ya? Try to stand in our shoes. Well no goin to happen in my case. Wrong Chinese character = whack, and i get that alot. Chinese seriously has a major problem with me, i learn 5 words and forgot the last 5 i learned. I got drilled everyday for chinese, i got like 9+ books on them every year, close passages SUCK!! Most of my "Quality time" with my mother was spent learning chinese, so much so that I GOT INTO THE HIGHER CHINESE STREAM, or EMI. Quite hard to believe for someone WHO FAILS CHINESE SPELLING occasionally and even got BOTTOM of the class ON MAJOR CHINESE EXAMS ( NUMEROUS OCCASION). * ok some credit goes to my mother for force injecting chinese into my brain.

My brother had the same treatment, there was no escape. He was more violent though, me i just stand there or sit there let my mother whack. My bro on the other hand fought back some times, throwing the cane OUT of the windown WOOT, or he being stronger broke the cane into smaller bits. <--- trust my bro to do the dirty work. There were days that i had cane marks that bruised my skin >< Well i tried coming up with new ways and methods to block her blows, like sitting at one corner of the sofa ( reduce my back to attacks), Using my hands to cover my thighs ( protect my thigh area from pinches), Lowering my head ( reduce surface area to my body), sit crossed legged ( refuce surface area to my legs). All these methods appear useful and effective LOL. *kids take note.

Beatings were daily affairs, i had no life, didnt go out with friends except to nearby coffeeshops, theres not one day i went home w/o my mother staring from above ( our flat faces the school gates), daily routine = study till bedtime, tv time = zero except for weekends and the rare good mood days, TUITION every weekend (CHINESES!!!!) i got that every year without fail. But i dont blame her, ITS FOR My OWN GOOD REMEMBER?? FUCK YOU

But kudos to my mother, it was only recently that i learnt that during pri school, she stayed up late at night to learn the chinese chapters so she could teach me tommorrow. She doesnt have a good chinese background and i guess she was as clueless as me. But never fail would she write the PinYing above the words she thinks i do not know. Shes truely amazing.

*AS FOR THE OTHER SUBJECT, take it as i am gifted in them can?? I didnt really have a problem with them, especially science which i pwn everyone in LOL I remember the assessment books the school buys, they usually take the ans page out rite? well my mother ALWAYS buy THE EXACT SAME BOOK, and thus i always get the correct ans for EVERY question WAHAHAHAHA, To all those who didnt do the same thing, U ARE DUMB.

Well thats it for now.... stay tune for more primary school action! *installing starcraft in school computers, crushes and much much more!!!


Heres a story:

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that's O.K.".......

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......

"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly....

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!
Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers,
sisters, and special women in their lives.

But, also send this to men so they will understand about what a
wonderful thing a woman is.
Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with courage each step
gets easier.

Love your Mother Always

and keep her Smiling

Monday, January 09, 2006

I made a big decision a little while ago.
I dont remember what it was, which probably goes to show
That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential
Even though it often might appear inconsequential.

I must have been distracted when i left my home because
Left or right I'm sure I went. ( I wonder which it was!)
Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction
Utterly absorbed, it seems, in quiet introspection.

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray.
And that is how i got to where I find myself today.




[Just a wonderful thought before i continue my life journey]

Monday, January 02, 2006

Dear Diary,

In the segment of my life, i shall share with you my primary school experiences. 6 years of compulsory education or else face jail term.( I knew how to Swim already by the age of 5 hahaha suckers). My coach? Hes GAME OF crocodile was HIM chasing me or else he would drown me! I hated that so much till i could swim fast. Well hes just some big built man my mother met while taking me to the pool at my grandma place. AND NO THEY DIDNT HAVE AN AFFAIR. Back then it was filled with memories of the old MAC computers that were so troublesome, CHEAP FOOD that cost less than a dollar but most importantly it was about the first batch of friends that till now i still am close to. PPL like Yinxian, Yanling, Samuel, Pauline etc I love you guys ^^

"Pictures u take with ur Camera wont last forever, but if u take a Snapshort with your heart, that memory becomes forever"

I attended 2 primary schools, my first half of my primary one year i spent it at Fuhua Primary school when i was still staying at Jurong. The uniform was disgusting though, BROWN! and the school badge was printed on my shirt which u must be blind not to see it from a distance. I remember my dad fetches me to school every morning and me waiting for my dad to pick me up everyday after school since i was in the afternoon class. Not much i can remember though, i forgot to bring my school bag once (i left the house without it -.-) and the assembly wasnt in any parade square, i think those are for the older kids cause i never really seen them. We primary one children lined up in the corridoors on the ground floor, i remember the rectangular beach tiles clearly in my mind.
And of course there was Clara. She was my partner assigned to me. She was the first girl i ever held hands ( it was complusory ). I remember her wearing pink glasses and always carrying with her a pink water bottle, her fair complexion( she was eurasian?) and her bubbly smile. Come to think of it, theres no place she wont go without me haha, She has a crush on me maybe o.O She lined up with me every morning, always making her way next to me although we could sit with anybody else, i always had to wait for her outside the toilet offering the hold on to her water bottle and wallet everytime. And there was this once while waiting i walked to the near by canteen to get some jelly or something that i returned to find poor Clara crying, she said she couldnt find me. I kind of enjoyed her company though, she wasnt talkative, all she did was make little comments and let her eyes and smile did all the talking.
Well the day came when my family had to move house again, this time moving from the west to the south, at Bukit Purmei RD. Moving house meant moving school as well, i was admitted to Radin Mas Primary School but i got the chance to say my last good bye when my father brought me along to collect my report book. I had to say my last goodbye infront of the class, thats when i caught her eyes, I remember the sad look on Clara's face as i glanced pass her. Another memorable moment was Micheal, one of the more outspoken one in the class standing up and saying goodbye, i was very touched, i cried on my way out, leaving behind short but sweet memories, leaving behind Clara. She was the first girl to ever have such innocence feelings for me, hope shes doing alright now.

I started out in the class of 1C in Radin Mas, my school was just directly opposite my house. I shall not touch on much during the first few years though, not very exciting haha, just me being naughty and mischievious in school. I remember during primary 1 this DAMN CHINESE TEACHER SCOLDED ME AND SAID I WAS GOIN TO BE A CONSTRUCTION WORKER! i cried LOL, it was pretty harsh at that time. I remember my favorite class was CHINESE!! WOOT CHINESE, well not for the language of course, it was for the ghost stories from my chubby male chinese teacher. Tales of the haunted Radin Mas and more just captured my attention everytime and I am certain everyone else in my class feel the same way, not because he was actually taking up lesson time for his ambition in storytelling. Oh and i remember Stanley, yup he was my parnter in crime, we always got into trouble and had to stand outside the office or something. We competed in almost everything and he came out with the idea of drawing lines on the LONG rectangular TABLES we sit on to separate YOUR SPACE FROM MINE.
Upper Primary was much more fun, this was the time that i was starting to get to know more of my friends and myself. I found out that girls are much taller than us guys because of puberty haha, i was quite short then. I joined the basketball team though there was no competition, my lust for basketball was due to my father, he introduced me the game since i was around 4, he ALWAYS USE his BIG BUTT to block me from snatching the BALL, CHEATER! From then on i always had a part in any ball related competition. Well i cant really write out all the friends i made from the class of 4a,5a and 6a. Radin Mas had a morning and afternoon class but i switched from afternoon to morning cause of my brother, u see primary 5 was fixed at only afternoon classes due to Primary 6 being also fixed at morning (WAIT WAIT I MAYBE WRONG ON THE TIME I SWITCHED CLASSES). Switching class was fun, i could make more friends,i was the few that actually made friends from both 4a and 4aa.And i could be in the same class as my Couson, yup it seems that my whole paternal side of the family had their children send to Radin Mas, PPL DIDNT BELIEVE that Calvin WAS my couson lol, we spent every Sunday PLAYING soccer in the void deck and basketball in the court with all my other cousons and my brother.
There was always rivary between the afternoon and the morning classes of the same standard, like (4a,4aa. 5a,5b. 6a,6b), those from 4aa mostly went to 5b and 6b while i and the original batch of 4a ppl went over to 5a and 6a. We competed IN STUDIES LIKE CRAZY, taking turns to slap each other in the face after each major examination. I must say my primary 4 year was my best, i TOP SCIENCE IN THE WHOLE DAMN LEVEL!!!! YES I DID I TOPPED IT AND I WAS AMONG TOP 10!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*ahem

But the top overall was always the same ppl, SO BORING, there were always Leon, Samuel, Irene blah blah, i can only remember those as they were from my original batch of 3a that went up to 5a and 6a. Back then getting 70s WAS HELL, 80s was average and disappointing and 90s doesnt guarrantee u a spot in the top 10. Being in the best class has its pressure.

Ok i shall STOP now lol, its getting pretty long, stay tune though for more on my PRIMARY 5 and 6 days, THE PSLE and the women of my nightmares at that time, MY MOTHER T_T. Also more on the girls i liked hahaha till then tatatatata

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Dear Diary,

Well theres always a first time for everything they say, this time i will share my early years as a student.

I was one of the few batches of kids that went to nursery before going to kindergarden. I remember the days leading from nursery to kindergarden was like stepping into a whole new world, a world outside my own house. I attended Nursery when i was still staying in the Landed Property and Kindergarden when we moved all the way to Jurong to a HDB flat.
My house at Jurong was simpler, maybe it was because my father ran into some money problems, we had a Bar at home, Rubber flooring and I finally got to sleep on a BED. I got my first Iron burn when i though the iron was something cool to hold, i cried of course. I got Clipped by a file binder( the clamp type), my mother was washing the clothes while i was sitting at the Bar. I remember not crying, i wanted to show my mum i was brave, i just sat there silently bearing the pain and waited for my mother who came rushing to help me.
I had my first birthday AND SADLY MY ONLY celebration TILL TODAY that ever involve me singing infront of a CAKE with my family. It was pandan in flavour and i grew to like that flavour much to the pleasure of my parents cause its always the cheapest cake there is to buy.

I didnt cry on my first day of school, i was elated and eager, i was brave, not like those cry babies. I think since young i always had a THING for new stuff, New bag, New pencil cases, New shoes. I hated the food there, all the different different kinds of biscuit they give, i especially like the one coated with sugar! But i love the sugar so much that all i did was bite off the sugar part and threw the biscuit part of it BACK INTO THE JAR.And i cant believe i got NO MILK! They were for underweight ppl ONLY! Nap Time was meant for me to disturb other ppl from sleeping and play time was about me hogging the slide.

I remember there was an accident at the playground whereby a boy fell and hit his head, my teacher cheated us by telling us that when he fell, there was a hole in his head and all the sand went in. Cant believe i even BUY that!

My brother had his first hand in becoming a businessman, at that time, the DRAGONBALL comics was the THING to read and so what my brother did was asked my father to bring the comics to work and PHOTOCOPY THEM so he could sell them to his friends!!! Hahaha Thats not all that he did, i remember he was being punished for being naughty and was asked to stand outside the Kindergarden, my brother being SO smart, WALKED HOME!!! the teacher was so worried she called my parents to find my brother safely at home LOL

As i mentioned, this period of time is filled of first times, first time i took the school bus home, first time i SHIT in my PANTS and tried to hide it during school hours. Yup, i remember there was even POOP on my chair and i just sat there till the teacher walking past smelled something bad. My first argument with the teacher, and EVEN NOW I STILL THINK I AM RIGHT! The teacher asked us to colour and she was explaining to US what are the colours we could use to color the HUMAN SKIN. SHE MENTIONED BROWN AND YELLOW, i was thinking WHO the FUCK colours ppl YELLOW???? (ignore the FUCK part) I asked why not we colour them orange instead and i insisted i USE orange to colour. What happen next was i got my own place next to the wall, what a spoiler that bitch! I STILL THINK WE CAN COLOUR THEM ORANGE!

Other things i remember was seeing a boy pee in his pants on the way home by himself, the usual FAT CAT near balcony, the phonecards on the floor which i collect on the way home (my first hobby), the guy who still wears pampers to school even till K2 (what a loser!) THE FLOODING OF JURONG!!! WOOT the flooding was so fun, me being short, the water lvl was 3/4 to my knees, it was SO FUN hahaham i didnt even care that it was muddy, i just played in the rain. It was soo cool!

Oh and finally, My first crush, i clearly remember her in my mind, and her name too. Jasmine. What a wonderful name for a first crush, she was taking the same school bus as me. I remember her always sitting just about 2 seats infront of me, facing the window. She was so cute, her eyes and her smile, she was the first angel my young eyes ever gazed upon. I never did talk to her, she was in another class i presume, all i did was stare from a distance and not knowing what to do or what i was feeling everytime she caught my eyes. My bus ride was always enjoyable and sadly too short. Yup, Jasmine, my first crush, wonder where she is now. SIGH

Well thats all i think for my early school days, in the next installment, stay tune for more about PRIMARY SCHOOL!!! More embarrasing moments, more smiles and more boring crap tatata i gonna play DOTA or WOW now.

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