Past, Primary School times

Looking out of the window, I've often think about the past memories i shared with different people..

Few years back, i was still a little girl schooling in uniform.
My favourite hang out place was the playground under my block, with slides and movable bridge.

Many years back, the ground of the playground was made of sand.

Today, the playground area remains as the old. However, there is no more slides or movable bridge.. the ground is not made of sand..
It has all changed to 'i-see-no-point/fun' low elements metal poles with a rubber ground.
You may say that it's rubber, but it still scratches the children.

Skipped class to pay a visit to my teachers in secondary school today.

On my usual route to school, i suddenly miss the feeling of running along this path..
The 'rush' feeling you get when you're trying to reach pass the gate before the bell rings.

Those days, finding ways to escape from sudden spot checks by hiding into the toilets..
coming up with random excuses to skip physical education classes..
going against teacher's instruction and school rules..
getting horrible results and end up having a 'chat' with the principal in his office..
staying back till late in school for nothing..

No worries of reaching home late, no dinner, traffic jam, waking up late..
it's almost a perfect school life !

Back in those days, we were complaining about every little things like so many homework, not enough sleep, bag very heavy..

Honestly, i'll rather go back to uniform days.

Come to think of it, primary school times were the best !
Innocent, smart and quiet girl.. always the best in class. Role model of many, perfect life.
We know perfect dont exist, therefore that image didn't last long..
It changed 180 degrees when she was P5. (wont elaborate!)

when I was P1, my results never get lower than 90 marks.
those nights when i forgot to do my homework, i will suddenly wake up in tears and start doing my work while crying..

when I was P2, my results never get lower than Band 1..which was 84 and below.
i would call my enemy every night, without fail, to ask what are the things required to bring for school the next day.

This enemy, is call Benjamin Tan. He was from my P1 class too!

In my generation, we are made to sit on the floor in front of the whiteboard to listen.
[Normally when we have lessons on the floor, we will pick up the fallen staples and pencil leads and compare who has the most. Well, kids :x]

Ben sat behind me on this faithful lesson, and used a pencil lead (normally found on the floor) and drew on my white p.e shirt. I cried, fearing that my mum will be angry. Then i wrote on this 'notebook' meant for parents-to-teachers communication, and complaint to the teacher.

At the age of 7, i didn't know that the tip of the wooden pencil was called pencil lead. So when i wrote in this 'notebook', i had to paste the 'lead' itself on the page and label it as 'he used this to draw my shirt'.
After school, i walked home on my home.. That day, Ben's mother was already waiting for him at the gate. So we walked home together, and i told his mother about what happened that day. I heard from his mother the next day that he got caned! :x

From that day onwards, his mother would walk me to under my block before heading home. Somehow, our mothers became close friends..while we continued to be 'enemies'.

On the eve of National Day, 8 Aug.. He sat beside me during the celebration at the parade square, then he suddenly told me that day was his birthday. Would you believe this cheeky boy? I didn't, i whacked his thigh and told him 'shhh !'

Actually, that day was really his birthday.. i only found out when i was sec 1 ! that's like six years later !!
For the whole six years in Primary school, we were in the same class! Either form class, chinese class or both ! Fated yeah?

We continued to quarrel all the way ! We even had chinese tuition at his house every Wednesdays when we were P5. Higher Chinese wasn't very hard for me, but seems to be quite hard for him.. So we took the private tuition together~

Every morning, i would reach earlier..in case the teacher reaches first. That's why, every morning.. i have to see him force the cup of milk down. Haha !

We would play pranks on the teacher and stuffs :x
Sometimes, we sneak out of the room and play ball :x
Or we would lie on the bed and make the teacher read us a story before we continue the lesson.
Cheeky ain't we?

Those were the days..
Gosh, can you believe it? We ended up in the same class again in Sec 1 !
It continued till we were sec 3~
Continuously nine years classmate ! :o

But well.. we didn't keep in contact at all, never intended to either.

I'm still fine with my current friends, who doesn't draw my shirts! :p

Loves,
DS.

Single

To me, being single feels better than to be in a wrong relationship.

Having witness the breaks and patches, tears of anger, tears of sadness and so on..
I guess, it's quite hard for us to determine who is the right one for us now.
Since that's the case, might as well stay single and carefree !

Having promises made, getting promises broken..
Does 'promises' actually exist anymore?

Loves,
DS.