Backdate

jon laa wrote on May 21st, 2009, 12:05 pm

I just realised the adventure camp of sorts I had in primary school was actually kinda fun. The only problem was that I don’t think I spoke to any single soul and was pretty much by myself through the entire camp.

In fact, I don’t even remembered if I did smile. But it was actually rather interesting, like new exposure.

The best part was I don’t remember how I ended up going for it. Didn’t remember signing up, or agreeing to go. I just ended up being in school that one day and realise I didn’t have the camp tee, which I am suppose to collect during a briefing I know not of. That is very typical me, if you think about it.

My mother thinks that one of the headmasters (?) was her chinese teacher, and he took me for either chinese or physical education - I can’t remember. But I know he looks almost identical to my uncle. And one of the other headmasters (?) stays two doors away from me.

Uh, the point of the above paragraph was that I am well taken care of. I remembered being asked to eat real often, I suppose I looked like I was in terrible shock since I was absolutely clueless of what is going on. Every adult was highly concerned about my welfare, which is strange. That was probably the only time in primary school I ever felt that somebody cares.

And um, I guess I had no friends. Really.

To put you in some shock, I actually adored soccer in my primary one, two and perhaps three years. I remembered playing with some malay dude and this chinese classmate who stays, um, a few houses away.

During those days, catching tadpole was actually kinda fun. Never saw any of them through the transformation cycle though.

And thanks to the awesome patches of greenery I have at home, I get to catch the most funky spiders. Okay, my aunt’s student taught me where in the greenery to find them. They were black with glittery, shiny bits of green on their backs. The best of all is that they fight real well. None of those I caught died in a fight, and I don’t remember engaging them in a fight anyways. Those my classmates and schoolmates caught under the bushes were all brown, obviously not appealing.

I remembered finding a clutch of eggs and I remembered them hatching into tiny, transparent little dots. Uh, I don’t think any survived. In fact, they were so tiny and so transparent I had no idea what happened to them. There were probably over ten creatures coming out from this flat round hard thing the size of a pimple. I was told the eggs are in it.

Then I remembered having fighting fishes that mated and laid eggs. The eggs hatched but I was totally clueless until that student of my aunt came to have a look. The fries are about the size of the full stops of the blog entry, they are apparently the eyes. None survived.

On a depressing note, he-whom-I-remembered as my best friend turned out to be somebody else’s best friend. I did remember spending nearly all my time with him, but I don’t know how he ended up being somebody else’s best friend. But having a self-proclaimed best friend is actually depressing.

On a brighter side, one of the girls thought I was drop dead cute and ogled over me then. Of course I only found out last year, more than a decade later, and realise I’m not anything close to cute now.

LOL, life is such a joke.

p.s. I once had a pet lizard. My maid caught a few of them (you see, they do escape now and then but I only had one at any point in time) from the mango tree that no longer exists. And mind you, they do change colours to adapt to the surroundings. But from what I read up, they aren’t chameleons but some colour-changing lizard. They are about 20cm long, not those small little pest you get on your celling.

p.s.s. my cousin kept chicks which grew into chickens for her science project. Uh, she freed them when she was done and I suppose they all became food for cats.

p.s.s.s. my cousin (another one, not the same as the above) bought quails for me and I kept two of them for some time. I remembered letting them out for walks and runs, no they can’t really fly that high and far at will. But when they get into their fits, they can really fly. And that sent me knocking on the doors of my neighbours to get them back. The maid next door actually caught one of them and returned me a few days later when she saw me. Then they died and my mother got me another pair and the last pair died after one fell into the sewage pipe. It took forever before we could reach it and bring it up. Didn’t manage to clean the feathers completely and it died later, I suppose from the exposure to water. The other bird died a day later, maybe poisoned by whatever not you have the feathers. Uh, I think I kept more than four. I remembered some escaped and was never found again, and I remembered some committed suicide by flying vertically up and smashing themselves against the roof of the cage.

p.s.s.s.s. I had frogs for pets too.

p.s.s.s.s.s. I had crayfishes, those red ones people kept as pets. Then later on, we bought one grey crayfish from the supermarket. It was doing fine until I decided to cut a portion of its feelers off in the name of experiment, it died the next day.

LOL!