a past.
that day we were talking on th phone& th topic drifted t primary schl days. oh boy, we're nw 17 or going on 18 and those times although distant, seem t return back w th feelings that night. it was so vivid that i could close my eyes and probably feel that ive returned t th past.
i recalled th canteen w th cute lil uncles& aunties selling th drinks as well as th lil toys they used t sell us at ten cents twenty cents. life was a joy then. we found our classroom which was snugly hidden at th end as our haven. it seemed t provide so much security during th humid rainy days that we we would hide at th corner of th classroom. i remembered th way th tcher would shut off th lights and it would be pretty dark, w th yellow orange lights of th oph/transparency projector lighting up th room. where th hell are these machines tday?
th tcher would then use her red marker t draw an angle on th pre-printed transparency of hers.
late classes for th pm session was abhored. aftall a kid wouldnt feel good staying in such a place when th sky is about t turn dark. we would have music class and sing t th national day songs or play simple instruments such as th triangle which was my favourite.
we used t be so childish. our favourite playthings were th skipping rope, cute lil toys and maybe th books. a pen costing 2$ would then mean alot t us, because our allowance was so minute. i remembered hw i couldnt afford my first mechanical pencil because i was only given 50cents a day or something of that sort that i teared. bt my good friend eventually found ways t buy it for me. th same mechanical pencil is still ard tday, bt th actual one she had given me cant be found anymore.
i used t stay with my grandmother and her house was just th next block. so sometimes i could go over.
we used t derive joy fr pushing each oth into th guys toilet when we walked past it in our line of twos and teasing oths abt th boy-girl things like it was a virus.
we played catching with everyone else during our recess, sacrifising our time t eat. bt we were kids, so who cared? schl is probably th place where our parents didnt hv their hands over us t control our wilfulness.
ppl also came and go. there was th cute new guy who was th new addition in class which basically everyone thought was cute. unfortunately, he didnt turn out too cute nw. th person who used t bully grew into a hardworking person however th one who protected me didnt seem t show much of such values tday.
th last day t a 4year class, one of our tchers gave us a printed copy of 6 dolls which we were supp t add colour and messages for those who mattered t us. of cuz, there were sm ppl who rly added colour t th part of my life and i spent alot of time doing th colouring and making it pretty before giving them. tday, i dnt know where sm of them are.
it was th lil things that hpned t us that was th opportunity for us t build a lasting friendship. bt nw we've grown up, things might have changed and we're probably different ppl all together. bt thinking of all that time we've spent together, it definately mks up a sweet part of life, which we can only reminisce abt tday.
do you still remember those days?
