me and ME

haha! So funny! Was looking through all my school progress reports. The 2 most interesting ones are my Kindergarten and Primary school. It's like you look at the result or the comment and you go wondering, "hmmmm... interesting. I didn't know that!". Hahahaha!


Kindergaten:

A fast worker but must learn to do his work neatly - 1st Yr, 1st semester
(I guess as age catches up, the speed slows down.)

He can do his work well. But must try to converse in English more often - 1st Yr, 2nd semester
(haha! Still remember my England last time really koyak. At that time, I was more china-piah. But den dun know why my chinese also not very good now.... haiz.......)

Xianjie is active and he enjoys playing dough. Xianjie is good in his number concept - 2nd Yr, 1st semester
(that explains why I like to cook........ Ambition: HOUSEHUSBAND)

Xianjie is a bright and helpful boy. He can get along well with his classmates - 2nd Yr, 2nd semester
(wah... my leaving testimony........ I WAS a bright and helpful boy.......hahahahaha)


So many years have passed. I was once this little boy then. I do have some vivid memories of those young days. I guess those are the incidents that left deep marks in my life. Most of which are not so fond memories though. One of which was during Music Lesson. We were taught the hand-sign for the Doe Ray Me. And I had a real hard time matching the note with the sign. And the teacher was like saying, "If you cannot do it, I'm not going to release from class." Being the cry-baby and timid one, I was so close to tearing. But thkfully by sheer forced memorising, I got away. But it left a 'scratch' on me. haha!
Another incident was during an assignment. In the workbook, there's this picture of a man with many accessories on and around him. We were supposed to colour the picture. Being the 'don't read the instructions' one, I happily painted the picture with colours that I deem best. Guess what? I'm suppose to colour specific items with specific colours. When I finished colouring, my teacher saw my work and was furious. Kinda reprimanded me. Maybe not very angry lah but being the cry-baby and timid one, I couldn't help it but switch on the tap. That left another 'scartch'.
Wah.... You must be wondering why my childhood so marred with sad incidents rite. NO lah! There are happy moments. In fact, most of my younger childhood times are happy moments. I remember once during Physical Education time, I did a marvelous thing. SO proud of myself. At the end of the lesson, the teacher grouped us into a few groups. She wanted us to compete who can jump the furthest. The person who can jump the furthest will be able to go back class first with his/her group. And guess what? Hahaha!! I am the "JUMPER". Woo hoooo......... You can imagine how much glory and attention you get from the rest, especially from the girls..... heheehehehehe (Slap! Slap!)
And I love the year-end party. Every year, the school will hold a year-end party. Wah...... The amount of goodies on the tables were like many, many, many. Haha! It seemed like we could never finsih all the goodies. I always wish that I could 'ta bao' some back. Just some. A few NTUC bags will suffice. hahahahahhaha..............
Hahahaha! I still remember my small little crush on this girl in my class. hahahaha. Can't remember much. I think she was pretty petite and soft-spoken one. Then on her birthday, I have to persuade my mum to help me buy this little coin-pouch for her. hahahaha........ Silly things I do..................



Primary School

The interesting comment worth mentioning is this:

"Is very accurate in tune and rhythm."

Wahahahahahahhahaha. Tune maybe. Rhythm? hahahahahahahaha. I can't even play a tambourine for nuts. Hahahahahahha. Maybe I lost it along the years.
Primary school years had been good to me but also at the same time, left deep impacts in my life.

I still remember that during Primary 1, parents were allowed to stay in the sch compound for the 1st week. So my mum would be there at the early classes before going home. Afterwhich on the 2nd week, she wasn't allowed to. And being the cry-baby and timid one, and not able to be in the comfort zone of my mum, I simply just cried. But I was brave boy okie. I didn't cry out loud. I just simply lied low and sob in silence.
My english was also pathetic in the initial years. And my learning style is by visual and I was lousy big times learning thru audio. So I really suffered alot. I remember for Art Class, we usually need to do a Portfolio. We used vanguard sheet to do it. The teacher was like saying, "Please go and buy a vanguard sheet and do up the portfolio.'' I was like, "Huh? wat ??? sheet?" I went home trying despeartely to explain, describe, hand-signalled, do everything to tell them I needed to buy this dun know wat sheet. hahaha
Interestinly, I reaslised I don't do well for major exams. During my first 3 years, I was at least within the top 20% of the school. However, during my P3 streaming, I've dropped to 30%. I was streamed into the 2nd class and I was like one of the last few who scrapped into the class. Hahha! Den during P4 streaming, I was streamed into the 3rd class. Wahhhhh......... I tot as one gets older, suppose to become smarter rite. It seemed like the other way round for me. Den I guess I worked very hard during P6. During mid year, I was 5th in class and 3rd at my final year exam. Hahhaha...... It seemed like I was going to do pretty well for PSLE. Should get at least a 240 or even more. Could follow my sister's footstep, go to Dunman High. Hahahhaha! And as expected, I couldn't perform. When PSLE result came out, I was like kinda in the lower 1/2 of the class. I nearly ....(no, i din't cry). Hahahhahaha......

Hahahhaahahahaha................ So interesting. I think next time when I die and see God, I would ask Him to upload my lifestory on Youtube, den I can view it. So interesting to watch my own life.......................................