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.karine. ---------------------------------------------
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My Darlinks ; )
photo log*
Suprise me!!
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005 my father drove us passed this place where i spent my childhood days a couple of days ago. and yes, it's KBPS (kebun baru primary school). from what i know, KBPS had already merged with AMKPS. and the KBPS school compound had been taken over by catholic pri. benji's pri sch. a sense of nostalgia suddenly overcame me. i got quiet and my brain activities seem to slowed down and images started to float in my mind. and i longed to go back. back to the sch. *to walk on the cemented floor again, *to the classrooms where i day-dreamed (and yes, i still do now!). *to the big upper-field where they said there's a spirit in every tree, and an eye on every tree, *to the lower-field where we always had our PE lessons and that i always hated when the cut grass grimed my shoes, and, not forgetting the blazing sun. *to the basketball court where we had our flag-raising ceremony every morning, *to the old underground music room where i had my CO practice and music lessons of course. *to the old dusty CO room, *to the back stage where i was anxious the minute before my performances. *to the hall where i had ballet, CO and story telling competition rehersals, *to the library that really had limited book supply. *to the concourse that the principle forbade us to cross, *to the conference room where we had our health screening. *to the cold and spooky toilet that i was afraid of, *to the bookshop where i bought rubbers, pencils and notebooks frequently. *to the tuckshop (that's what we call it back then) where i always buy fried rice with curry and lor mee, : ) *to the drink stall where i saw an alive coackroach struggled in the 20 cents soya bean milk. *to the staff room where i bootlicked my teachers, (yes, i do! back then. and everyone loved me.) *to the lame eco-garden that the students threatened that there were ghosts wondering around that area. *to sit on the dusty cemented floor that dirtied our skirts and shoes, *to write on the blackboard with chalk again. *to stay back for class duty, *to peep inside the boys toilet. *to the slope where my friends told me that someone was being burried there, *finally to the top floor where bats used to hang around. i want to go back to badly. and not forgetting the route i used to walk to school.
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