:: Those were the days... ::

hahahhaa nostalgia-ing again.. this time lets turn the clock back to an earlier period..

primary school.

primary school went by in a blur.. i was so young, so immature. some things i used to do seem so silly now.. but i remember those days vividly because i did some embarrassing things at that age.. fashion faux pas, bickering with classmates, "i don't friend you", being a prefect and hollering at latecomers, standing under a basketball hoop and LOOKING UP while my friend scored.. (my spectacle lenses came out) yes.. even peeing in my uniform.. you name it, i've done it.

what's so amazing about primary school was how thick-skinned i was. i guess we were less self-conscious then.. on the journey to self-discovery.. grappling for an identity we can call our own.. yet wanted to fit in and be like the crowd..

primary school was a time of 50cent noodles, scented erasers, magnetic pencil cases, sweet valley and babysitter club books, fashion disasters, french fries at the kopi tiam opp. the side gate, and parents picking kids up from school, maids gathering in school canteens and playgrounds gossiping..

yah. turning sailormoon cards from the machine... 20cent each... i get happy when the shiny ones roll out.. i still keep all of them.

primary school was a time of having to hold hands with your partner, walking in two lines, having to read a book during assembly, colourful bean bags during pe, relays during sports day, and a time when there were only 4 subjects. before PSLE, our form teacher made us swear: I will get 4 A*s for my PSLE, or else i shall choke on tofu.

primary school was a time of eco-gardens and shallow school ponds, hopscotch and zero-point during recess. once i was playing hopscotch, and as i hopped, i turned around to find my wallet missing.. (we use it to throw onto the boxes mah) this malay boy had stolen it and ran off.. i couldn't catch him. three years later, someone suddenly returned me the wallet, with no form of identification inside to indicate that it was mine.. it's really bizzare and mysterious. how did she know it belonged to me? how come it came back to me 3 years later, with only a haagen daiz membership card left inside? unsolved mystery...........

i remember much about my primary school years. those were memorable days indeed.