I stumbled upon the moment after I hand written today's date.
1 April '08
There is no any special sentiment i have to share for this date, although I can't deny today's April's Fool day. However this is not the reason why I whimmed my eyes and started to recall those days.
As I wrote the year numbers 0 8, I remembered very clearly how I used to write '98' in a well-mannered form in class. It was ten years ago, and a decade has past. Every single letter and number would be as if they were crafted, so neat and tidy. Unlike today. Cos I was then a primary 3 boy. Also a boy whose achievements could well be more than that of his today.
At a Sport's Day, I used to participate in the Short Put race and in that year, I received the Bronze Medal, following the previous year's consolation award. Not only in that year, I practically participated in at least one event for every of the rest of the five sport's days. For Volley Ball competition, though I did not however win any of those medals, my team scored well. For I was being fit but not fat. At a swimming carnival, I wouldn't forget the very moment when I nearly was drown to, say, maybe death. The pool was deep, but I wasn't long enough yet. The 'go' whistle had gone off long ago and I was physically struggling as the timer ticked so helplessly. Fortunately a true 'helping hand' got me from death. I held on tightly on the fingers, got up and limbed off. She was someone whom, however, I didn't recognise at the least clearly. My team lost.
Every single school day without fail, there'd always be some stupid intra-class soccer matches at the parade square. No proper attires, no proper ettiques, or rather no proper languages or rules, and also, no proper 'ball'. We did not have soccer jersey nor any soccer shoe, who always ended up seeing fights and quarrels and sometimes being repremanded and got a seat at the special viewing gallery - outside of the class looking through the lourves windows. Somtimes, a trick or two did bring in victory, and then as though nothing had happened. We kicked not a soccer ball but a donated empty coca-cola bottle by someone who's rich who drank his cola everyday. At the end of the game, the bottle-ball wouldn't be called a bottle anymore. I would be out of shape, cracked and then ended up in the trash. Though stupid, it was real fun.
When it's not time for the game or matches, I'd head to the drinks stall and get a cup of grass jelly drink that cost a mere 15c, which is already a whopping 25% off my daily allowance, for a girl i fancied since week 1 in primary 1. I did not know why but every single drop had reached down her gullet, as if it tasted so sweet as the giver. Sometimes we would head to the backyard and feed the roosters with the freshly plucked grasses and pieces of cuttlefish, happily with the grass-jellies still sweetly in our stomachs. Oops, did I say we shared the drinks too?
I also remember how Ronald the mcdonalds who 'made a smile' every day who dominated the class and became the most hilarious and popular boy. Leslie couldn't win him, but could complement his actions and became the two most sought after entertainers. The form teacher laughed at times too.
And Raymond. He's probably the one everybody wouldn't forget. This little plum boy argued with the teachers since P1, and even scolded, he has got guts! So natuarally he'd spent most of his school days in the detention room a.k.a. lock-up room, dark room, or we called it 'jail'. No bars but only a gate and four walls. Some of us would secretly visit him during recess time and often than not we were caught for our actions. Nothing was done however.
Amid all these, everybody nonetheless did their homeworks and handed up on time, especially me (!), and everybody had fun. Mua Ha Ha.
It's simply a childhood so memorable.
Looking at today, I'm sitting comfortably in this air-conditioned office. Though it's only an attachment, I've grown. I stared into the space and wondered for a moment: am I not or appreciating what I'm having now, as much as a decade ago? But then definitely I've not achieved much in the past ten years although it did seem to be passing easily every year. So why the remourse if nothing was innitiated. It is always 'better late than never'. So for the next five years, I'm going to do the many things not done in the last 10 years. Sounds tight? It is. So if you're still young, or younger than me, try as much as possible to make your life called your own worth every sense and time!
Not to mention to those older than me, it's still the same repeated old phrase: better be late than never.
It's 2008.
I returned.
1 April '08
There is no any special sentiment i have to share for this date, although I can't deny today's April's Fool day. However this is not the reason why I whimmed my eyes and started to recall those days.
As I wrote the year numbers 0 8, I remembered very clearly how I used to write '98' in a well-mannered form in class. It was ten years ago, and a decade has past. Every single letter and number would be as if they were crafted, so neat and tidy. Unlike today. Cos I was then a primary 3 boy. Also a boy whose achievements could well be more than that of his today.
At a Sport's Day, I used to participate in the Short Put race and in that year, I received the Bronze Medal, following the previous year's consolation award. Not only in that year, I practically participated in at least one event for every of the rest of the five sport's days. For Volley Ball competition, though I did not however win any of those medals, my team scored well. For I was being fit but not fat. At a swimming carnival, I wouldn't forget the very moment when I nearly was drown to, say, maybe death. The pool was deep, but I wasn't long enough yet. The 'go' whistle had gone off long ago and I was physically struggling as the timer ticked so helplessly. Fortunately a true 'helping hand' got me from death. I held on tightly on the fingers, got up and limbed off. She was someone whom, however, I didn't recognise at the least clearly. My team lost.
Every single school day without fail, there'd always be some stupid intra-class soccer matches at the parade square. No proper attires, no proper ettiques, or rather no proper languages or rules, and also, no proper 'ball'. We did not have soccer jersey nor any soccer shoe, who always ended up seeing fights and quarrels and sometimes being repremanded and got a seat at the special viewing gallery - outside of the class looking through the lourves windows. Somtimes, a trick or two did bring in victory, and then as though nothing had happened. We kicked not a soccer ball but a donated empty coca-cola bottle by someone who's rich who drank his cola everyday. At the end of the game, the bottle-ball wouldn't be called a bottle anymore. I would be out of shape, cracked and then ended up in the trash. Though stupid, it was real fun.
When it's not time for the game or matches, I'd head to the drinks stall and get a cup of grass jelly drink that cost a mere 15c, which is already a whopping 25% off my daily allowance, for a girl i fancied since week 1 in primary 1. I did not know why but every single drop had reached down her gullet, as if it tasted so sweet as the giver. Sometimes we would head to the backyard and feed the roosters with the freshly plucked grasses and pieces of cuttlefish, happily with the grass-jellies still sweetly in our stomachs. Oops, did I say we shared the drinks too?
I also remember how Ronald the mcdonalds who 'made a smile' every day who dominated the class and became the most hilarious and popular boy. Leslie couldn't win him, but could complement his actions and became the two most sought after entertainers. The form teacher laughed at times too.
And Raymond. He's probably the one everybody wouldn't forget. This little plum boy argued with the teachers since P1, and even scolded, he has got guts! So natuarally he'd spent most of his school days in the detention room a.k.a. lock-up room, dark room, or we called it 'jail'. No bars but only a gate and four walls. Some of us would secretly visit him during recess time and often than not we were caught for our actions. Nothing was done however.
Amid all these, everybody nonetheless did their homeworks and handed up on time, especially me (!), and everybody had fun. Mua Ha Ha.
It's simply a childhood so memorable.
Looking at today, I'm sitting comfortably in this air-conditioned office. Though it's only an attachment, I've grown. I stared into the space and wondered for a moment: am I not or appreciating what I'm having now, as much as a decade ago? But then definitely I've not achieved much in the past ten years although it did seem to be passing easily every year. So why the remourse if nothing was innitiated. It is always 'better late than never'. So for the next five years, I'm going to do the many things not done in the last 10 years. Sounds tight? It is. So if you're still young, or younger than me, try as much as possible to make your life called your own worth every sense and time!
Not to mention to those older than me, it's still the same repeated old phrase: better be late than never.
It's 2008.
I returned.
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