amour amour

Saturday, January 14, 2006

- 5:33 pm

Oh please don't give up
You have a voice, don't lose it
You have a choice, so choose it
You have a brain, so use it
The time has come to
Peace the fuck out

its really good, this song is...and i guess its my motto from now on. peace the fuck out. yesterday i met sharm as we went to send our little child prodigy grace off on her very first date. they grow up so fast..so i told them kids to have fun though theyre 22 and 17 hahahaha.

today i figure ill write about when i was small then. or as sharm wanted to know yesterday, my life story.

i was born in singapore, at NUH, sometime around 11pm on the 10th of June, 1988, and lived in spanish village first, and we had this dog, named noah, a german shephard.and he was so good! he could turn lights on and off, and regularly broke into the fridge stealing milk, and biting down into cans of beer by himself. he was the best and cleverest dog in the whole wide world, but died of heartworm shortly after being given away..we had to go overseas. his sires name was tandino superbrat, and what a superbrat he was! anyhows, we went to england, and there was snow everywhere! and i remember always wanting to try tasting snow, but my attempts were always thwarted by my parents..i remember this pair of nike shoes i had then, and how i loved them, and how i always used to tell my dad 'papa carry me' when i was little..there was this empty blue tiger beer crate in the corner of the snow covered garden, and it was so much fun. i used to play with my toy cars at home, putting them up against the wall in a line, like they were models, and a long line it was! as i stood back and proudly showed everyone my cars.

we spent time in england, and i attended a kindergarten there, where i played a cow in this christian play thing (even though im not christian) for the birth of mother mary (azizuls) son, jesus. i remember the carpeted floor had all these pins in it for whatever reason, and before the play, i was crying because i remembered my mother and missed her for whatever reason, because i felt so alone.

and later on we moved to france, where i attended another kindergarten, and played the big billy goat gruff who had to knock the troll off the bridge before the play. once again i thought of my mom, but i dint cry or anything,just that i think of my mom before every play. so i knocked him off and all us billy goats got to have the grass. we also went to the eiffel tower, and in spring, i would steal tomatoes from the tree when i thought nobody was looking, when sadly, someone always was. france was beautiful. i might return there in due course someday.

and then we came back to singapore, and i went to joyce gohs play group. i did very well there, so they let me skip two grades, and i was stuck there at the highest grade, since i could only go to primary school at age 7, and i was 5. so they put me in this advanced reading course, but by then, my english was quite fluent, so it wasnt much of a difference. life was simple, and after school id take my thomas the tank engine lunch box, and walk down to the skool bus, and me and all my friends would go to the back of the bus, while chanting 'berry goodbye!' and waving to all the people in their cars, and theyd wave back to us, a bunch of kindergarten kids waving at them. the bus driver was a nice man, and he was lotsa fun. i also had this good friend, samuel, an european kid, and i used to go to his house and wed throw clumps of duplo bricks at the mirror and watch them shatter (the bricks lah).

everything was so simple. i used to watch my dad wash his car, and always wanted to help, so i ended up wiping the plates over the tyres on his creamy white (thats what i called it) mercedes benz. later on it became the avant garde blue mercedes benz 'special', then the masterpiece, then the E200, and now a BMW cabriolet. anyway, he always used to trap spiders he found, and showed us, and somehow, whilst washing his car, hed always catch this shiny golden green spider, which we used to watch, trapped under a glass, until he caught another spider, which promptly ate it up. the skies were always blue, and the grass was so green back then, and i had 6/6 eyesight. and then i went to primary school.

i went to henry park pri. sch, and my first teacher was ms karen lee. she was a very good teacher, and i was pleased to note that my level of proficiency at the english language was far greater than everyone elses. i remember my first ever worksheet was this colourless winnie the pooh picture with boxes and arrows pointing to different parts of the body, for labelling, which was easy. i also remember embarassing myself when i stuck a file on my head and sang part of a song outta the lion king. i had the same teacher in pri.2, and then went on from 1C, to 2C and on to 3H, which back then, was the best class in HPPS. my teacher was ms yong song ling, who later on became sia song ling, and that year, me and my group of buddies would take empty cassette holders and catch spiders, another thing i excelled at ;) on one occasion i caught thirty odd fighting spiders, and put them in a jar and brought them to thailand, and only two survived, this particularly large male, and this favourite female of mine. most died from the humidity. we used to catch all sorts of spiders and called ourselves the 'spider catchers', and i was their crazy leader. prefects used to catch us, but by then, what did i care?

i remember when i went with a whole load of pri3 students to join the scouts, by going for their sign up first, where we were all interviewed, and i was the only one accepted through the interview first - why? because when everyone else was asked why they wanted to join scouts, they all said they liked to canoe, and camp, and only i had the common sense to say that i liked helping people. when i was in,i used to disobey my seniors, told them to go to hell, and eventually one day became a sixer (patrol leader) myself. ha, it was the wallaby patrol, and my best friend at the time, bertrand ang was in charge of the kookaburra patrol. i went on to 4H to be taught by ms jenny kow, and later on to 5D and 6D because my parents dint want me to take higher mothertongue and took me out of em1. by then i was the one in charge of all class plays and productions, and ours were always the best by far. i used to sit next to bertrands girlfriend, nicole maddox. we were taught by mrs tsung swee geck, and they were fun years, although i dint study much for the PSLE, and we played soccer nearly everyday. we also had all sorts of debates on the bus, and i usually sat with another best friend of mine, Huron. so many people came to the park, and eventually i passed the PSLE with 2As in math and malay, and A*s in english and science, and got top 2% or some shite like that for an iq test.

we used to play soccer so much, but people grew up, people went to the army, people left the country, sudai, wilanto, tri, tommy, leon (who we called tekno-leon), jansher, all sorts of people. the whole soccer thing started 12 years ago, with james, john, their father, me, colin, johnathan and judith, and more people came. we used to have tournaments and i collected 16 trophies from them.

i guess i lost my childhood the day i stepped into sec 3.

in sec 1 and 2, i had the best english teacher ever, ms hope kelly, who developed my loving for drama, which was later inculcated by the best damn teacher i ever had, period, mr otto fong, who was lotsa fun. and so drama became a part of me, and i became a walking act, as well as a broken rule, most of the time, i just did things the way i thought they should be done. impromptu was a major part of most things i did.

and i guess that was that.

fin