when we were young
October 22nd, 2008 jmeei
Had a dream last night where I was transported back to my old primary school, Kuen Cheng. Yes I was from a chinese school, yes I can still speak chinese, and yes I took chinese for PMR as an extra subject and received a lousy C (which reflected quite well on how much I studied for it, damn).
Digressing for a bit, some of my chinese speaking course mates get a kick every single time I open my mouth for some ching chong ching. The worst insult I received after my indignant what’s-the-big-deal would be “cos you look like a banana hahaha”. I know my pin yin isn’t the greatest but still… a banana?! Yellow on the outside and white on the inside. Tat will then have to be a potato: brown on the outside and white on the inside I love you hunnie!
Back to my dream. I was reminded of how carefree those days were, playing lao hu gong gong ji dian jong at the hall, kneading eraser waste into powder form (the finer it is, the better) and storing them in film roll containers, drawing manga, writing Sweet Valley-ish fiction, writing short poems (not unlike the work of I have a cat, the cat ate a rat, and there it sat)…
However, my friends and I were a little more ambitious. We started a movie making club– Couch Potato Productions (sadly, the name is now taken and most likely registered). It was complete with a camcorder, scripts, and even a director’s megaphone. We paid little attention to safety, a second story drop would be fine… as long as there’s a mattress at the bottom. And some band-aids on hand.
Ah, the good old days.
Current Mood:
nostalgic