hiiie.

my blog's been kept busy with the previous entries.. basically quizzes and a survey-test from yt..

this week literally flew by. days fly with routines. but this week was exceptionally quick in packing up and leaving. i was so darned pissed with the p6s on tuesday that i felt like flinging the duster at them. got that inspiration from my primary school teacher. when she gets angry, she either flicks the duster or chalk at the guilty one. they were so rude. so i decided that i will stop being deaf or blind to their noise and fooling around. tried being less demanding and lenient, but obviously it did not work. so i'll start showing my temper. i'm not to be trifled with. GRRR.

but the younger ones are still so cute=). they are playful but at least they listen and don't answer back or push out a cartload of excuses.

and my colleague told me i could walk home from the centre! i tried on my way home on wed and succeeded in arriving home:)). crossed a road and walked under some HDB blocks, crossed a loong overhead bridge and walked along the park connector that connects pasir ris park, sunplaza park and bedok reservoir, reached eve's block, and walked past another stretch of HDB blocks and finally reached home. ha ha! yc isn't such directionless girl after all. took about 1/2 hour. just a leisurely amble. mum pointed out it could be dangerous cos the park connector route can be quite quiet but concluded that walking to work will be alright, since i'll see some sec school students who walk home from school, given the timing coincides with their time of release from schools. walking is healthy!! and given that feb is coming soon, the jan showers should be over soon. so i won't be caught in the rain, like ytd afternoon.

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primary school days seemed to pass by in a blur haze. six years came and went, without leaving too many deep imprinted memories. i remember my teachers, most of whom i liked, especially my p5-6 form teacher. i remembered my first principal, Mr Han, cos he was such a nice sweet guy. and of course, the vice principal who played the bad guy and whom we 'feared'. the reading time before school started in the afternoon session years remained a vivid memory, somehow. maybe that's why eve used to call me bookworm. haha. not a flattering nickname, but yaa, i suppose i did like books more than the others did. i don't remember being a monitress in my six years, neither was i a prefect. can't remember if i ever had the chance to be one, but i think it was unlikely cos i'd always been more of a quiet mousy kind of a girl in primary school. hmm! maybe i did become the monitress in p4 or p5, thereby it was a shift kind of thing, for a week or so. somehow i remember the dental nurse, who was very kind and gentle and never raised her voice. i only came to dread dental visits in dhs, when the dental bus looms in the driveway, with the chilli padi who will scold and tskk at our teeth.

i remember the canteen food. i was obsessed with chicken rice at some point of time, and never failed to visit the stall. our all time favourite junk food were fries and the fried chicken which were cut into small pieces and packed in plastic bags selling for 50cents. as i grew older, i joined the long queue for nasi bryani on fridays. we loved buying popsicles and the tapioca chips at the nearby mama shop after lessons or in between after school and higher mother tongue lessons in the afternoon. i loved the shen1 guang3 ke4s! (shen guang was the name of our higher mt textbooks then) when my father still did relief teaching in a while, he reliefed my class once. it was rather scary though. heh.

i was never too athletic, so i wasn't too agile on the monkey bars, but i remember spending recesses there with my bunch of friends. catching and ice-and-water were games i joined in happily. there used to be this hole in the fence surrounding our school, and we will crawl in and out as we tried to shake off the "catcher". and i remember spraining my ankle for the first time while playing captain's ball. it was really painful, but i remember having good buddies who helped me to the sickbay and accompanied me in the canteen while the others lined up at the carpark for flag-lowering(?)(i'm sure there's an appropriate term for the reverse of flagraising=b) after school. and the stupidest injury was tripping and falling down the stairs after some celebration in the hall when i was p6, and spraining both my ankles. i forgot how i managed but i limped and hopped and went home myself. didn't have too many ailments in primary school. there was once when i had really bad diarrhoea, plus vomitting, and i persisted in taking some year end or midyr math exam. finished the paper at the staffroom with the extra time and i was so happy to still score 90+ for it. LOL. ah yes, results were important in primary school. band 2s were intolerable. i remember losing tears over bad results. HA. part of it being the fear of being caned. my siblings used to hide the canes whenever they could, but new canes seemed to sprout out each time. one of my worst marks was math- 69 (band 3). and i remember bouncing back to 96 for the next exam. my father used to say my results were like the stock market.

i remember all the various partners i had. girls and boys. i remember having this boy partner who would tell me that we have to draw a line between us and make sure we don't cross the line. but as we got to know each other better, the line blurred thereafter. primary school days were innocent but children love pretending to be grown ups, so rumours were always being spread from one to another. who likes who, who hates who, who is double-faced etc... and we always extended helping hands to buddies who struggle at remembering the ting xie or mo xie words. of course all these were done in secret whispers and gestures.

i remember having a childhood friend who was in the same kindergarten and then same primary school as me. although we were in different classes for the six years, we still played at each other's houses frequently, and once she helped me tidy my messy drawers in the bedroom. #'_'#. tried hard to keep in touch, and we live very near each other, but as our paths diverged, it was difficult to keep the connection. the friendships in primary school mostly faded away, except those who were closer and who went to dhs with me. and primary school days were so innocent and unstained. our characters and personalities grew and changed naturally as we proceeded to higher education, and with changes, friendships faded away more quickly. and most of our p6 teachers changed school, so there was no point in going back school on teacher's days. so i'm amazed at how ky and her primary school mates stayed closely knitted together, even after soo many years.

mmmm. to see six years being summarised into about five short paragraphs is rather sad. but i suppose, bits and pieces of memories are not long gone, but tucked somewhere, safe in the shelves of my mind:).

"Let's do our best together, Pasir Ris.
To build a learning, thriving community.
Let's do our part together, Pasir Ris.
To bring joy and cheer to one and all.

Step by step, we will achieve our goals,
.............
With our ............
......................

Let's do our best together, Pasir Ris.
To build a learning, thriving community.
Let's do our part together, Pasir Ris.
To bring joy and cheer to one and all."

~The "...."s represent the forgotten lyrics.

the tune remains in my head but the lyrics are really in a blur...

prps '95-'00.=))