Thursday, April 06, 2006
In the beginning.....

My journey started in a hospital, then to Toa Payoh. I lived in my grandma's place when i was young. I think i led a pretty sheltered life. Mostly cus of my grandma... she used to spoil me alot... specially since i was the first born child. I always did what i was told to do since i always thought at that time that thats what makes people happy. Nothing else seemed to please my parents or my relatives. In my family, doing well in school is the only think that i ever saw that pleased them. They left you alone only when there was really nothing for you to do at all. And since going out to play with the neighbours could also potentially mean buts and bruises, the only option left was the tube... ahh yes the only place at that time that i could fly off into space and see strange new worlds, feel the power of magic surging through me as i sear flesh with plasma beams from my eyes. I guess all those years of television is what made my mind the way it is now... craving for more escapism. I vaguely remember the time when i was really sick and i sat down (television was revoked from me for that period for some reason). It was then that i found myself reading Little Red Riding Hood. Yeap that was the first book that i read and got interested in reading because of it... it also was the thing that sparked my brain to do its thinkin in English instead of Tamil fer some reason... after that day every time i came in contact with Tamil, my brain puked it out again like some foreign object. (My grandma was pulling out her hair by tryin to teach me Tamil... err.. actually so where the rest of the teachers who tried to teach me).

I went to a catholic kindergarten and was taught English and Chinese (they didn't have Tamil teachers there apparently). I only remember vaguely on what happened there... short snippets of the playground and the nursery rhymes that we were forced to sing in unison. How we all rushed off once the last bell rang to be greeted by our parents who were there to pick us up. Actually the bell thing, stuck through out my life... even now at work.. i'm just waiting for it to be 6 and im off to wherever i'm going. I was not terribly social when i was there either. I dont remember having much friends or liking to introduce myself to many people. (I've always hated introducing myself to a large crowd... feels like im putting myself on display with my guts on the table).

Then came primary school. On the first day i felt totally lost. I had no idea what to expect. No idea what to say to the hundreds of people staring at me. It was a day i felt smaller than i already was. But sooner or later i did find some friends and my life style changed. When i went to school i knew which group to look for fun n laughs n games. But that still didn't mean i liked school though. I was absoulutely repulsed by homeworks! and so it was for 2 years of my life at Braddel Primary School. After that i had to be transffered to another school. My parents decided to move outta my grandmothers place to Bukit Batok. I never got a chance to tell my friends. It was seamless... at the end of the entire first 2 years, i was told that i was going to some school in Bukit Batok. It wasn't a great loss i must say. My friends at school and i never saw each other unless in school. Things happened too fast for my mind to even start comprehending and even my parents told me just a week before we were officially moved out of the news. I was always the last to know.

The next 2 years in Bukit Batok, was spent at Toh Tuck Primary. The teachers here were older and didn't hesitate to hit their students... especially the Tamil teachers ( this was particularly gonna affect me cus of my allergy to Tamil..) I've always found that compared to my English teachers.. Tamil teachers were demons. They only knew how to make me miserable for my apparent disability with Tamil. I was graciously introduced to coperal punishment in this school as well. It always had to do with homework... never with punctuality or behaviour at school. Always hated homework... especially Maths and TAMIL...... to be cont'd
-Talon faced death at 5:16 PM

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