Flashback #6

Flashback Special

Been long since i did this whole flashback thingy! So i decided to bring a whole section from my past…..primary school life.

1) Soccer-holic

During those days, i could get on without having lunch, but no football for a day was a straight NO. The other indian boys and myself would play, before and after school, and wasn’t that enough, canteen breaks was not spared as well. Trust me, even if we didn’t have a soccer ball, [Almighty thx to bookworm teachers or forgetful students] we would buy a ping pong ball for 20 cents n poof! street soccer was born! Anything would be a goal-post..from Empty bags to marked spots etc etc. Weather could’nt stop us, rain or shine, we’ll let the ball do the talking. Oh lord, how many times have we messed the “assembly halls/carparks” with our shoes!

2) Vulgarities

I’m not sure if i was considered too young fer these words then, but it started at around primary 4. Even thou the F word was the easiest to learn bla bla bla, mine wasnt that….well….didn’t take me long enough to learn too, ahaha. It all started with chinese. NO, i didnt go ‘puck wuu’, not refering to the accent. As in, u know, Cb blablablabla. You name it, I knew it. I actually, stopped using them now…..cause….when im married and stuff, i dun want this to happen:-

ME: F@#K!!

Kid: Dad, what does F@#k means??

ME: Part of the process to bring you to this world….

Wife: *Faints in the kitchen*

3) Late

King of the school. This was an issue during my primary 6 days. The discipline master would be waiting specially for me. Why? I was late more often then being on time. DUH! i was a pasir risian coming all the way to yishun. I was made to sit at the vice-principle’s office soo often bcause of this. The funniest thing is….i visited her soooo often in my primary school life, i still remember her name, Mrs Quek. We actually had coffee, n had chit chat sections in her office too.

4) Caning

Escaped twice. 1st reason, for celebrating a students birthday under a block. The discipline master soo wanted to cane us. That retard. Srsly, no life, always after us. Vice-principle, my good old fren saved us. The 2nd time, well, late coming, you guys heard of the 8 time late rules n such, mine was on the 12th n pending, Good old buddy saved me again!

5) Washed hands

Imagine your tamil teachers[or any other for that matter] using this on you. Lmao. My tamil sucked sooo bad. That’s exactly what she did. Give up on me. Never bothered, called me hopeless bla bla bla. I was labelled Bad boy. Well, little did she remember, i started tamil only at primary 2, mind you, im refering to basics as well. What i got for PSLE? B!!!! B!!!! Look at me now, i can even write poems. I’ll never forget your name….Vijaya…Never.

Oh

I was considered hopeless by my Form teacher, who taught the other subjects. Well, i was the only Indian in class. Everyone can talk, it would be ok. If i say a single word, lmao, out of the class, or would be sitting infront of my class. It was such a hate-hate relationship.

6) Chicken sound

Regardless of years. I shall never forget this incident. Lunch breaks over. Assembly was at the canteen, cause it was raining. Despite the frequent “Keep quiet” yells, it was still noisy. This Half Ang moh beside me[Ben is his name], had to do that chicken clucking sound, and knowing our dear discipline master’s hot favourite, guess who he pulled out? Your HERO! ME. He actually made me run under the pouring rain at the carpark. Top of it, he called, well, my dad. The catching, me and dad played had home around the dining table……cant forget too…

7) Fights

Seen em, Did em, ignored em. All for the dumbest of reasons. Dont expect some hong kong gangster movie concept to happen. “I not happy cause he indian” or “I not happy cause i ‘think’ he took my stuff”. Couple of punches as usual, kicks too. Stuff like that.

Summary.

As u can see, i didnt have the best times in my primary school, These are only part of it. When i think of it, ima surprised how im not mentally affected, or how i’ve changed soo much. People say im good, decent, innocent etc etc now. I’d say im sick of being bad.