Sunday, April 16, 2006
What came to pass....

My life in Toh Tuck Primary as i said before lasted only 2 years. Why did i leave? I hated the place and the teachers. I was asked by my principle why i chose this path and i simply told him it was cus the upper primary students were not the kind id want to mix with. Yeap this was lying at its infancy. And so i left the school (Some years later, i visited the place... it was being demolished for an American School. I walked the empty halls remembering the past with fondness but that was all the past was... to be remembered)

The last 2 years of my Primary School life was spent in Bukit View Primary. A much bigger and newer school. As with my past 2 schools, i had to start anew. New friends, new teacher to get used to. I was starting afresh. i met with the same problems though. Tamil for a start sucked as usual. My Maths skills was at n alltime low. During this last 2 years, one of my major skills that came to pass was the art of lying. Yeap, it had grown and saved my skin from alot of needless caning from my parents for the lousey test scores. But all things considered i managed to pull through my PSLE and the next phase in my eduaction started at Bukit View Secondary School.

I met an old friend from Toa Tuck there. I didn't meet him till the Sec 3 though. There were 2 sessions and i was in the morning while he was in the afternoon. It was around this time that the opposite sex had roused my curiousity. Girls... ,one of the great mysteries of the universe at that time, alongside black holes and god. Yet i couldnt put myself to a position where i could go ahead and ask them out. Well as i've said, i wasn't a social person. My Math skills again started to deteriorate but my English and Art got better results. History and Geography wasnt that hot either but i had a knack for Physics and a little on Chemistry. And as usual Tamil was at an all time low for me. It was at Sec 2 that i started mixing with more Indiam people and that was a very bad idea for someone whos had a very bad time communicating in Tamil. I recall at Sec 2, my Tamil teacher gave us all a quiz to check on how much Tamil plays a part in our everyday lives. All my answers were NO. I didnt watch Tamil moveis no listen to Tamil songs, i didnt read Tamil newspapers or books and i didn't even converse in Tamil at my house. So.. i barely got by mixing with my Indian friends. I was more like the outcast of the group... the guy who had extreemly little in common with any of them. But they were the only 'friends' i had at that time. And so i endured the crap i had thrown in my face... until sec 4 when we all got split up and i started to hang around friends from other races. They proved to be better choices than what i had previously. And that was when i met my best friend, Umar. He thought me the guitar and introduced me to Metal. He inspired me in art as well and that was when i really got attracted to art. Those where the years i hold more dear to me. It was then that i was finally home... even though it was a short time. After that my Polytechnic life came and a whole new way of life began.... to be cont'd
-Talon faced death at 11:04 AM

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