I'm so freaking tired now and I feel like sleeping thanks to the pitter and patter.
Anyway, my life has been stagnant (yet again. The wonders!) and so I've got nothing to update on except family headed on to Clarke Quay yesterday for late dinner and chilling to good o' live music at B.B's Bar.
Did you guys have a wonderous childhood? Just being random here. I suppose I had the most... boring childhood in the whole universe.
My daily 'childhood' day starts off with me, switching on my television, watch my favourite shows (Mary Poppins, Transformers, The Land Before Time, Tom & Jerry, Woody Wood Pecker, 101 Dalmatians, Power Rangers, Cinderella (my favourite princess in Walt Disney!), random cartoons from MGM) and then when breakfast came, I'd sit on my dinning table while Ma-terr attempts to feed me porridge with much difficulty because most of the time, I forget to chew and porridge would be at the same state as it was a half and hour ago.
As a kid, I ate very slowly. So slowly that I dare firmly say that me and my great-granma could be the best eating buddies in the whole world.
So, everyday was a struggle for me because I had to walk to school with my mom and I had to finish my sandwich BEFORE I reached school which was about say... 5-10 minutes walk. And it was just a 1 sliced sandwich. Could you possibly imagine how slow I ate?
Everytime I reach my classroom with my 1/4 eaten sandwich, I felt embarrassed because none of my good friends were eating anything except for me. Then, I came up with an ingenious plan on how to steer clear away from that embarrassment.
Before my classmates move over to the front of the class to recite the pledge taking, I'd dilly-dally, taking my time to move over. Once all my classmates have moved to the front, I'd shove my half eaten sandwich in my friend's bag OR squash it in between his bag and the chair so that the peanut butter spread in my sandwich oozes out, smearing his bag and the chair.
Then, I'd skip over to join my friends happy that I 'finished' my sandwich magically.
I did for for one whole year. No complaints from that poor kid.
UNTIL, my teacher raised that matter to my mum while we were getting my books, prepping me for a second year in kindergarten. I don't know why I thought that I could get away with that.
I remember playing my favourite computer game, Mother Goose and I'd spend the whole day playing it even though I have been playing that for the second time in a day.
Basically, Mother Goose needs my help because the characters are lost all over her land and I have to relocate them, send them back to their original spot.
For example, I see a lost lamb on a field. I have to move towards the lamb and find Mary and pass her back her lamb. When I return her lamb back, she'd start singing Mary Had A Little Lamb and of course, I'd sing together with her.
It was my all time favourtie computer game.
Dancing was one of my favourite past times too. I'd blast songs in my living room's stereo and start dancing to it. And I'd have the whole hall to myself, or sometimes, with my older brother and we'll dance as if we were performing infront of an audience who loved us.
Then of course, there was my best friend in my block, 821.
We would often have cycling trips around our neighbourhood with our brothers and we'd hang around our favourite playground which had swings made from a whole tyre which we don't see anymore, a humongous slide where we'd (well, I think I'D) throw sand from the top of the slide to see it come down.
Somehow, that action of sand rolling down that cemented slide entertains me for no apparent reason. I'd do just that for the whole day until it was time to go back home.
Hopscotch. Ahhhh! I loved that game. My best friend usually won hopscotch and I remember me being pissed at myself for not being better than her. I was not born a winner anyway.
Well, except when it came to winning boys' hearts, maybe. I was never popular among the girls in primary school.
I was more rough than them, didn't scream when it came to worms and just... different from the typical girls and so, I was never really accepted by the girls in my class. (Well, except Elvina)
Because of that, I was always with the guys in my class where we'd bring our container from home and we'd head down to the field during one of our favourite subjects: recess and PE to catch spiders. Our competition ends when the bell rings for us to get back to our class and we'd all gather around to see who's spider was the biggest.
We especially loved rainy days.
There was the mud. We'd dig up the soil and comb for earthworms, placing them into a bottle caps.
If my memory doesn't fail me, we would start flinging earthworms at each other as the boys ran and try to dodge an earthworm bomb.
So I suppose, because of me being a misfit in the girls' clan, I was the popular girl among the guys. Someone who was of a opposite sex that has the same frequency of a guy.
Another part of my childhood that made me who I am today was probably my abacus class. I'm so gonna send my kid to an abacus class. It helps you so much in so many ways. I always get a 'What the fuck! How'd you calculate that so fast?' face when I do some complicated addition/subtraction/multiplication/division equation.
Of course, now, it's not that good anymore, my skills have gone rusty.
So anyway, I always loved abacus classes when I was a little girl because my teacher was a really fun person and each lesson was a blast.
I remember having a indian classmate in my class and after every abacus lessons, me and my brother would run after him to smack his ass with a chalk duster. He'd always run around the school screaming and flailing his hands all around while me and my brother would compete to see who lands their duster first on his back side. Whoever has a white imprint on his black PE shorts, wins.
Sometimes I cheated. I would throw my duster and it'd smack right in the bull's eye and I win! Of course, there were other times my duster hit other regions of his body than the butt.
Then, there's another scenario where it'd be a tie. That seldom happen unless my abacus teacher sees us running after that poor boy and then he'd stop us and snatch the dusters out of our hands.
One more part of my childhood that made me who I am today, would definitely by my piano classes.
She was this bony Eurasian lady who smelt wonderful and had wavy curly hair and a very frail body. She had really high cheek bones and looks quite pretty. She looks something like this...
Well, okay. She doesn't have an eye big and another small but she looks something like that.
I loved going into her house for piano lessons because it had this very pleasant smell in her house. And she has 2 freaking piano in a room that was big and bright.
Ahhhh. So nostalgic.
Eh, actually to think of it, my childhood isn't that bad after all!
You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole
