Since I left off talking about school, school shall be my topic then.
All i can think about was play.. Half the time, no, in fact, most of the time, I can hardly focus during lessons. Back in my time, teachers were allowed to punish children by caning, pulling of ears, pinching, etc. I think of all the girls in my class, I was the only one who had gotten all of the above..
I remembered my teacher put up a drawing of mine on the board, and I happily proclaimed to my mum and dad, i think their reaction was like, ok, good. I was really happy because art and crafts were never my game, and having my picture being put up was like earning a medal of honour.
My favourite subject is music and movement. I remembered always being chosen to perform on stage, be it dancing, reciting poems, or singing. And I was always so looking forward to chances like that.
Never recalled being gentle, I was more like a gangster. I would protect my friends from the naughty boys in class. I remembered one incident, where we were in the school hall, having gym. One of the really naughty boys bullied my best friend and she came to me crying. So i went up to him, and demanded an apology. When he refused and tried to bully me as well, i kicked him at his, erm, you-know-where.. That sent him howling in pain and rolling on the floor, with me laughing my head off. Well, both of us were sent back to class, and faced my teacher with the cane. The funny thing was, many many years later, this year in fact, i found him on facebook. Haha, i dared not ask if he still remembered what happen..
I always had a weak stomach, and bad head. What i really meant was, i constantly had diarrhoea and headaches. Panadols were my best friend since young. so i realised after some time, that whenever i had diarrhoea or headache, i get to stay at home. So i ended up faking sick half the time.
Before you start to shake your head at my behaviour, i had other reasons for doing so!!
Mum was always working late, the only times I got to see her was when I woke up, and she's sleeping beside me. Sometimes, i don't even get to see her, because she came home late, and left for work early. So whenever I fake being sick, mum would stay at home and take care of me.
I seen how tired she was, and i really wished i was an adult so i could work and earn big bucks and let her be comfortable.
So one very fine day (during Primary 3), one of the days where I feigned ill, i decided to tell her my big plans. She was taking a nap, while I was trying to do my math homework. I crept to her side and woke her up saying,
"Mama, I think i dont want to study anymore."
She stared at me blankly.. *blink blink*
"What did you say?"
"I think I dont want to study anymore..."
within seconds, she disappeared from my sight. There were dead silence in the house. I started to crawl, i do mean literally, out of the room. Nope.. not in the study room, not in the living room, not with my earth god.. I crawled and crawled till i reached the kitchen. To my horror, she stood there, arms akimbo, with one hand holding a chopper.
I screamed, and started running away. Well, i don't think i was very bright then, i ran in circles, and bumped into mum, allowing her to catch me. Her eyes were like fiery daggers, burning through my sockets, and her voice like thunder, blasting my ear drums.
"YOU DONT WANT TO STUDY HUH? Give me your hands! GIVE ME YOUR HANDS! I CHOPPED THEM OFF SO YOU NO NEED TO WRITE LA!"
"no no no no non o mummy sorry sorry no nonono"
"THEN YOUR LEG LA (*grabs leg*) CHOPPED YOUR LEGS NO NEED TO GO SCHOOL!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! sorry mummy (*tries to squirm away) sorry sorry sorry!!!"
*mum grabbed head* "THEN YOUR BRAIN LA!! THEN NO NEED TO THINK LOR!!"
"WWWWWWWHHHHEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" me wailed loudly..
well, that was pretty much our conversations that day. I did get my caning, on my legs, bottoms, serve my time out again with the earth god, one super large incense.
My aunt came over later at night, gave more canning.. Made me swore in front of the Goddess of mercy not to be slack in my studies, or else... Which i really cannot remember what. My aunt said later that night, she dreamed Grandma scolded her for making me swore..
Choppers seemed to appear a lot of times during my stay at Toa Payoh.. Once, my sisters were smoking, and they locked the room door, as well as the front door. My dad tried to open the front door to get into the house, but couldn't, so he knocked furiously. i was sent to open the door, and immediately i was interrogated.
All i remembered was standing at the door, staring at my dad as he stormed into the kitchen, fetched the famous chopper, and went to my sisters' room demanding them to open the room.
After that, i dont know how things were settled. I knew my sis called my aunty Sharon, she flew over, at the same time called the police and Dad was chased away again.
We were young and naive, could have hurt Dad a great deal with the things we did. Dad was always a meanie to mum and not helping out with the family. But mum still stood by Dad this time because she knew whose fault it was this time round.
Sorry Daddy..
After this, we moved to Yishun Street 11, Blk 144.. Another period of my life..
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