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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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