So i'm gonna write them down too.
Can you try remembering 10 things when you were younger? :)
1. Discipline was very strict at home. I was the scaredy cat. But i reckon my elder brother was scaredier than me, so it gave me an ego boost. However, somehow in the midst of growing up, he turned 'bochap' while i was still scared to defy my parents' orders (till now).
2. My parents bought us only LEGO bricks cos they deem it educational. No soft toys, no dolls, no girly stuff for me. That's why i loved my granddad, cos he bought me all the toys i wanted. Polly Pocket!!! yay! my favourite! I would love to have a doll house, but decided against having granddad to fork out money to buy it for me. So i built my own doll houses, using LEGO bricks :)
3. I loved drawing. And i'm quite good at it, haha.. cos my dad trained my brother and i to draw from a tender age. We took part in all the art competitions we came across and won many awards. My brother was better than me.
usually, i just copied exactly what he drew. but uglier. haha...
4. Kindergarten was scary business. But my ego was much bigger than my fear. So i didnt cry a single bit like the rest of the kids. Anyway, i knew my mom will scold me if i did, haha.
can you spot me? hahaa
I vividly remember the graduation performance we had to put up for all the kids and parents in the kindergarten.
It was supposed to be an event in which all parents would be proud of, seeing their darlings sing and dance on stage. i screwed it up :(
see that scarf on my head going to drop off anytime? (i'm the one on the 1st row) It really did, to my horror, before the song ended :( my scarf dropped onto the floor! so i stood there like a moron, tears welling up in my eyes while my friends continued dancing.
And my best friend, the one with me on the first row, (i still remember her name, xing guan xuan!) threw her own scarf onto the floor, held my hand and we finished off our dance together! When i look back, i realise how smart this 5 year old kid was then! I was utterly grateful to her but i totally felt like shit cos i had made a fool out of myself.
can see i was sulking really badly after the performance, haha.. that's my kindergarten form teacher. i do not remember her name, but she was quite strict i think? anyway, i was afraid of ALL teachers in the past.
5. Primary school was even more scary, hahaa... yeah, come to think of it, fear resided in me most of the time. I was always SCARED :( lol
i remember i didnt dare ask for permission to go to the toilet unless it was really urgent. When i did, the teacher usually let me go. There was once one teacher got angry when i asked her, so i had to go back to my seat. I couldnt stand it any longer so i peed in my pants :(
That time, we were sitting in groups of 5. My friend, who was sitting beside me, saw the 'water' forming a puddle under me. She was really nice and comforted me. I think the teacher didnt realise anything (thankfully) until it was the end of the lesson. All the kids scrambled out of the class, leaving me still stuck at my seat, wretched and wet :( My form teacher got me to change into a new set of uniform and told my mom about it. No, my mom didnt scold me, haha..
6. The same teacher who refused to let me go to relief myself was the same teacher who taught me English. There was this one time she was collecting our files when she realised one of us didnt hand it up. I was pretty sure i handed mine up to my group leader.
My teacher got really enraged when nobody confessed. And i remember her exact words, "If I catch the person who did not hand up, I will wring his/her head off from the neck!"
It WAS scary! we frantically searched our bags again to make sure we wont be the 'one' and to my utmost HORROR, I FOUND MY FILE UNDER MY DESK!
i tell u, i was trembling like a dead leaf and i swear i can hear Beethoven's Symphony No.5 ringing in my ears.
i took the file and slowly raised it up above me. The teacher stormed over, took the file from me and walked off without saying a word. PHEW! Now i know not all teachers meant what they say...
7. No boys liked me. cos i wasnt those 'pretty young things' in the class. I was not allowed to keep long hair and plait them nicely like the rest of my girlfriends. I have to sport the nerdy helmet hairstyle all the way till poly. My best friend is a popular girl, yes, she is pretty! (but i've lost contact with her :*( i cant even find her on facebook! :( ) and all the boys in the class swoons over her! They gave her all the attention, cards, even 'proposal' rings!! hahaa
i wasnt jealous la, but i just secretly wish i was half as pretty as the girls in my class, heee.. but it didnt bother me. cos my parents emphasized more on 'results' than 'looks', so well....
8. i collected tissue wrappers :D
i still have my collection with me! i put all the tissue wrappers into an album.
the only design that didnt change after so many years is "O'Darling", LOL
9. As i grew older, i didnt take many photos. In fact, i hated it cos i looked ugly. I was as thin as a skeleton and nerdy like nobody's business. i hated being a teenager cos i was neither here nor there. i kept to myself and i did what i liked. i drew and drew and drew, haha
i wanted to be a comic artist, but my mom was against the idea. "How much can you earn being a comic artist?" she dampened.
so i became a comic artist 'in my own world' :) and i liked it that way. I drew and compiled my own comic books during the holidays. Every day of the holiday month, i stayed in my room and drew 10+ hours straight.
i found 3 of my self drawn comics, hahaa (misplaced one of them. And i cant remember where it is)
they ARE THICK! like a hundred over pages in each.
On average, i use 4 months to work on one =)
Not very professionally done, the last book was completed in 2002, 8 years ago.
but it's for my own pleasure reading, hahaa... no, i dont dare to let anyone read it unless she is very very close to me cos i will feel super embarrassed. But i'm proud of my work. very proud =)
10. i kept a diary. Since i was in primary school. A diary is an outlet for me to express myself, since i'm more of an introvert. I do not like to express my feelings outwardly, face-to-face. I rather write and nobody reads it, haha.. Now, i blog, hahaa. It still speaks louder than me :)