Wednesday, August 01, 2007, Blabbered by pyroboy1911 at 6:21 pm
If i'm not mistaken, i started my school life at the young and innocent age of 4. And if not mistaken, my first school is the Ming Ong Methodist Kindergarten. You know, the school with the green coloured uniforms. not much memories there, i cant even remember how it looked like. I only remember it's not so much as a school, coz the only thing i remember doing there is playing Legos and eating biscuits with Milo in a small plastic cup.The next thing i knew, i'm in St. Anthony's Kindergarten. I remember more clearly about the stuffs they teach here, books like General Knowledge and Chinese Language and Bahasa Melayu were one of the few I'm studying that time. Homeworks include drawing patterns on a 3-line exercise book and writing chinese characters repeatedly without knowing much of the meaning of that particular character.I went to school in a carpool. Yea, an auntie picked me every afternoon with some other kids in her red Proton Saga. I'm in the same class with a few people i currently knew, like Damien Ting and Timothy Yek ( correct me if i'm wrong). The rest, hhmm....not so sure...Ah, a funny incident in that school would be the time when one of my "friend" had chicken pox and the others are like avoiding him, but more of like avoiding contact with him only. I don't know whether it's out of curiousity or stupidity, i just went over and pat him at the back. As a result, i'm being avoided too. But i think it only happens for that few minutes, after that we're happily playing with each other again.After kindy, it's time to move to primary school. In the first day of school, Everyone is either:1. Very quiet, looking around curiously,2. Still holding onto parents' hands,3. Cry.As far as i remember, i sat quite in front, and i guess i'm de No 1 group. Hey, i noticed what others did, right?And the first lesson of class was: Copy "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWYXZ" from the blackboard. I also remembered Davis sitting behind me, and he asked me in chinese " Do you have the Mathematics book?"And i go "??????". Hey, i only knew plus and minus, what is mathemethasuthemsitic???Halfway through the year, our form teacher was going to have a baby, so i ended up in another class. not much of memories from there, but after our teacher came back, the pupil from 1 Hijau was "reunited". I also remember my english teacher, Mr. Fiedlis (spelling?) . Until now, he still recognizes me. Then it's time for primary 2. nothing much happened in this year, except i've grown 3 cm taller than the previous year. Heck, i dun even know which teacher taught me that year. Most of us knew each other already, plus a few new students.But i know 1 single incident in this year that had leave an impact on my head ( literally). You see, i was a good boy then, doing our weekly chores. i was sweeping the drain outside the class. It was a hot day that day, not even a single signs of raining. But suddenly, BONK!!!Something damn hard fell onto my head, and landed near where i was standing. An ice cube. On a hot day. In a place called Malaysia. I looked up and guess who i saw. Yes. You. I know u're reading this. No, not you. the other you. Yup, dun give me that innocent face, Mtv. Dun say u din, coz i remembered very very clearly, and i'm as sure as my name's not Michael jackson.To inform other readers and to refresh the memory of St Anthony's students (especially Mtv), remember the packet Cola drink that the canteen sells for like 50 cents? the Cola plastic bag with 2 ears to carry.As i was saying, i looked up, and i saw her. and guess what she was doing. Yup, drinking that packet of drink. Din look down summore, keep on enjoying herself. I should have hurled that ice back at her. I think that's my first bump on my head. Thanks for that, Mtv.And no, i did not see anything i shouldnt have seen since i'm down here and you're up there wearing the skool's dress. Or at least i din have that memory.Primary 3 was next, not much memories from there also. That's the year of PTS, the IQ exam that we students have to take. That time, for me, it's like a big exam, my parents bought lots of work book for me to practice on. In the end, i din get top skip primary 4. Now, come to think of it, it's just a stupid IQ test.Next came primary 4. The time when i started my first morning classes, and also the first time i used the famous yellow "Bas Sekolah". Also nothing much from this year. One of them would probably be the station games, with each stations having tasks for us to complete, like to put an egg through an empty bottle's mouth, or setting up an apparatus of a pendulum. As usual, representatives from other classes includes ppl like Joseph Lau, Le Ju Ye, Eric Egong, while from my class, the top student is a small thin boy. But as far as i remember, my class always gets top 3, with a few occasions the champion. After 4 is 5. Oh yea, at first i thought Sherp will join my class since she passed the PTS exam (congratz! I'm not too late, am i? =P) and skipped primary 4. U see,she's from 3 Hijau, so should jump according to color rite? but Sherp ended up in 5 Biru, making Hijau the underdogs again. Oh well. This is also a sad year for me. The year i lost a classmate. Mohd. Farid, a small fragile kid, smaller than me back then. One very fateful day, a friend of mine told me that he was involved in a car accident the previous night, he died on the spot. i dun think i wanna give the details, u might end up having ur meals on your computer. Some of my memories with him including accidentally met him at the swimming pool, and trying to catch peanuts with our mouths after tossing it up. We're cathing our own peanuts, not jostling for one, mind you. I dunno the exact date, but i'm sure it has been more than 7 years ago. R.I.P, my friend. This is also the year i won the Best Maths Award for primary 5. Probably due to my consistent 90+% for tests. I still remember the final exam, when teacher give back the objective papers, calling names. Mine was not called, until when he asked me to come to the front. then in Malay, he said "Look at his paper". As he was holding it on top of me, so i couldn't see. I tot i'm dead until he said "40/40" . Everyone goes like wah and ooh. I get back my subjective paper, also full score. 100% for my final, thanks to Betho's mum's tuitions. As a reward, the teacher always give me reference and work books for me, coz he's in charge of the school's library, and also a shining tranparent best maths award, which i dunno what had happened to, since my family moved already. Primary 6 would be the best year in my primary school days. The school is having night classes for us to prepare for UPSR. Of coz, everyone tried to go as early as possible before the class starts, to play with friends. some of the games are like police and thieves, WWE(on top of the assembly stage) and who can shine their torchlights the furthest. Mine can go all the way to the front gate of the school from the primary 6 block, which is the furthest block from the gate. This is also the year of the dreaded UPSR, luckily i managed to get straight 5As. A new chapter of my school life unfolds, as i enter Form 1. I was placed in class 1B, coz 1A is for those who come from Islamic school. Meet more new friends, more chinese students. Now i'm placed in the same class with people like Joseph and Azrul, and also students from other school like Mark. My no1 days are over. One funny memory was when Azrul and i was looking outside, and i said "wah, the sky is very blue today". As soon as i finished my sentence, this girl from 1C walked pass us. So, whenever we saw her, then we'll know the sky is very blue. Subjects like History and Geography came out, stupid stuff. Oh yea, this is also Sherp's last year studying in Malaysia. I guess no more blue sky. Form 2 is the year i changed quite a lot. This is also the year when the formation of our group of friends started. There is also this guy who was so naughty that the discipline teacher placed him in our class, hoping all of us can influence him to be good. But it backfired. I dunno whether i'm influenced or it came naturally, but i'm becoming naughtier and naughtier. i guess my laziness starts to set into myself. No more timid boy. I have to be the joker of the class. If not, everyone will freeze to death because of the coldness of those study freaks sitting in front of the class. Form 3 came after that, the same me from form 2 is back. Never throw away the chance to vandalize something, from the table and chairs to the notice board at the back. I spend most of my "no teacher" time sitting at the teacher's place. There's also a drawing of the word "BUSTED" beside me on the wall. I was busted when the teacher told me to rub it off although i told her it's not my masterpiece. PMR came, and i'm lucky for the second time to get straight 7 As.Entering form 4, that's when the 4S4's 7 guys were formed. Specialize in making trouble and have-fun attitude. We used exams as a competition, so we din reli slacked off in our studies, although we would never miss a chance to go out of the class. when teachers need students to go and get something from her table in the teacher's office, it needs 7 of us to go. It's also a coincidence all 7 of us always have the urge to go toilet at the same time. If not mistaken, this is also the year when Sherp visited the school right? told you, you'll cause an uproar in the school whenever news about u are present. Form 5 is not much difference from form 4. still the playful me, but the teacher's table is not my hangout place anymore. Rather, it's the back of the class now. Our Further Maths teacher always tried to have quizzes between the guys and the girls, and ended up her always saying "why the girls always lose to boys?". How can the guys lose, with Joseph and Mark guys themselves, and me who most of the time solved probability questions the fastest. SPM is the mark of the end of mandatory school life. Also the end of uniform wearing. Alas, no lucky no3 for me. i din get straight As for my SPM, although i never expect that to happen. And now, I'm in my college life. It's not over yet, so no need for me to be nostalgic about it. This is the end of probably one of my longest blog post so far. So, how's your school life?Now, who says i never blog about myself or other sentimental stuff?