Month: December 2012

Forgive me for ranting on the past, because present day Singapore is too boring. Especially when you rot to death during holidays.

Does anybody remember P1 registration day? That day When you’re in K2 and you go to your primary school to collect your name tags and go to your respective classrooms and your to-be form teacher rants to your class and you see all the blur K2 kids staring fearsomely at the strange surroundings. Yeah you’ve probably been there, or I would be surprised a kid who hasn’t been to primary 1 is reading my blog.

My primary school was under renovation in 2004, so for the registration day we went to the holding site school to do our thing, but the first day of P1 was held at the real place. So that’s kinda useless because on the first actual day we will still get lost anyway, considering my private kindergarten was only the size of half a football field.
If there was a trend back then in 2004 Kindergarteners, Bubblegummers shoes was it. Every time you walk into the now old-fashioned Bata shoe store, those shiny and beautiful Bubblegummers sandals will captivate your eyes. At least that’s what I believed.
In my K2 class, half the class wore Bubblegummers sandals, including me.

And during the P1 registration when I met my new classmates, one boy who sat beside me whispered “Hey we have the same shoes!” And I looked down, and he looked down. We became instant friends. Befriending one another back then was so easy. You throw them a packet of monster noodles and instantly they’re your best friend. I actually still remember his name, but for privacy matters I shall give him due respect. He actually turned out to be a very dramatic person, and every time during Oral Exam the class will have a fit listening to him read the passage.
Speaking of Oral Exam, it took me long enough to realize that it wasn’t how dramatic you sound, but rather appropriate drama at the appropriate timing that counts. So yeah. Overreacting drama is stupid, if you ask anyone on this planet. Maybe except Rowan Atkinson.

First Term of Primary 1:
The first day of school, we had P5 buddies to guide us wherever we went. On the first day of school, I forgot to bring my pencil case. But luckily I took the school bus, so my mum borrowed a pencil from another guy who went to the same school as me, and lived in the same block as me. His name is Glenn Quek.
A pencil for the day was all I needed for writing material. In fact, the bookshop lady didn’t even allow us to buy ink pens until we were P2. Because I clearly recall taking a G-2 pen from the shelves (which cost $1.80) to the lady and she said furiously “這些是給小二以上的。你不可以买。” I was so dejected.

BUT ANYWAY, as all would know, boys are extremely immature at young ages.
“KILL THE GIRLS! BOYS WE KILL THE GIRLS OKAY. GIRLS ARE STUPID.” screamed one classmate of mine one day after recess, as we climbed the stairs back up to our class.
No boy, one day you will realize that girls aren’t that irritating, naggy, stupid, loud and squeaky anymore.
But that will be a long time to go.

And also, if there is a favourite song back then, it has to be 黄美诗-不怕不怕.
MA-YI-YA-HEE MA-YI-YA-HOO

And now, click on this link. 不怕不怕

Let your childhood memories flood back, together with me 🙂

When I was in K1, I went to Sunway Lagoon in Malaysia, and it was paradise. For one thing, the water recreational activities were super fun and families got together to splash each other.

For me, that was the first time I walked into a male toilet accidentally, and then I got a black eye.
Um no the black eye wasn’t because the men found out that a girl was peeping on them, I was only 5.

Before we swim, we must always wear proper swimming gear, no? So we changed in the toilet.
And apparently, my mum and I went into the male toilet, and my dad went into the sauna, both thinking it was the right toilets to go. Luckily when we entered the male toilet it was unoccupied at all, so no one gave us weird stares.
Unfortunately ( or should I say fortunately? ) we only found out when we got out of the toilet, and my mum looked at the toilet door sign and went whaaaaaat?
At first we thought dad was in deep shit because we all thought he went to the female toilet.
Here’s a thing: if a female walks into a male toilet, it’s no big deal
BUT if a male walks into a female toilet, he is in deep shit.

So we thought dad was in deep shit. But thankfully he walked out in a pool of sweat complaining This toilet is so hot. But then thankfully ( or unthankfully ) it was just the sauna. So yeah trouble escaped. A very close call because seconds after my mum and I exited the male toilet, somebody of the right gender walked inside.

One thing I like about water parks is their huge water slides. Few meters tall and you woosh down in a fast stream of water that takes you down into the pool of satisfaction, where all your pleasures are satisfied. YOU SICKOS.
And I was foolish, I went with my backside facing the front. When I was about to reach, I panicked because I couldn’t turn around. But when I finally did, I landed head first into the pool, and when I got up, my eye had a huge ball on it. My first ever black eye, it was kinda cool getting a black eye in a pool. But I remembered I was crying quite loud and I attracted lots of unwanted attention with my black eye.

恭喜发财
红包拿来
没有红包
给你 black eye.

After that I went back to Kindergarten, and the kids all mesmerized over my beautiful black eye. Kindergarteners find everything beautiful, even a D-Cup bra. Ok I’m just joking.

Random sick question: what cup bra does Nicki Minaj wear?