Last week, on board the bus home, I noticed how intensely dark the shadows cast upon the ground were......and was reminded of an Enid Blyton story.It was about a miscevious pixie who snipped off a girl's shadow using a pair of magic scissors. In the end, the little guy was given a taste of his own medicine. Chancing upon that memory made me smile, for Enid Blyton stories were part and parcel of my childhood. And at the thought of my childhood, I took a looong walk down the memory lane...
My earliest memory was not a pleasant one. It involved two-year-old me falling off the bed, with my Mum screaming in the background. T'was a golden afternoon, happened in the master bedroom, carpet was pink......the end.
Nursery was stupid cos I had bitchy teachers and some bitchy classmates. Once, I girl asked me,"Do you want to be xxxxx's friend or my friend?". Knowing that I had to make a choice, I replied xxxxxx. She walked off in a huff, saying "Dun friend you." Whatever. Speaking of friends,I do remember my first best friend's name: Tan Si Ling. I wonder if she remembers me too? Kindergarden was better, though I recall being snubbed at by two assholes, Hilary and Valerie. I endured their snide remarks at almost everything I did for two years. In retrospect, I should have slapped the two of them on their faces.
Had it not have been for the boys at primary school, I think I would have a better time there. You see, I have eczyma, which makes my skin itchy sometimes. When that happens, I scratch, and when I scratch, my skin gets red. Ah, just go read my previous blogs to find out what those busybody-cum-asshole boys did when they knew about my skin condition. It's pretty obvious, isn't it?I've said enough about this topic. I loved primary 6, though. We were such a close knit bunch, with a handful of lame clowns. A few years back, I met up with one such clown and asked hime which secondary school was he posted to. "Anderson Secondary School. A.S.S" he replied. ERMM -_-"
Crescent rocks! Bet you netizens know that already. I swell with pride whenever Crescent 'does it again' because Crescent Girls' Secondary School really is a wonderful school. We have knowledgeable + caring teachers, wonky-but-nice students, great facilities.....There's this junior out there who keeps saying that she hates Crescent etc. And for no tangible reasons. Which is truly ungrateful, because in the same blog, she raves about her wonderful Crescent friends and CCA. Well, get the hell out of Crescent, then, because Crescent does not need brats like you.
The chapter on secondary school has closed recently, and a new one on junior college one has just began. This story is going to last 2 years only but I still want to get the best out of it. NYJC may not be a top school, but I've known a whole lot of great people, both students and teachers alike. At this juncture though, I, the narrator of my life, am facing writer's block. Will they let me stay in NYJC? If not, will I have to start another chapter in life in another school?. Only time can tell.
And I will always think of you as the sun*
I'M YING YI
a.k.a Yiggy,YY.28 April:).Crescent Red Cross Cadet.The 4th Silicon electron*.Is a DEVIANT* Gothic Bohemian punk rocker.
Also an ANIMANIAC(anime-fan).Bookworm.Rock music!LORD OF THE RINGS, FINAL FANTASY.more ENERGY than all comets of the universe put2gether.Hardcore Romantic.DARK personality.Black & Pink!
