Nostalgia

I'm feeling pretty nostalgic these 2 weeks, because a fren of mine posted a really ancient song on FB recently (if you must know, it's twentyfourseven by Melanie Blatt.) And if u even remotely know who melanie blatt is without googling, then u belong to my era.

so i started this RAMPAGE trying to youtube everything from the 90s..... and this pang of old skool nostalgia just hit me like a march 11 tsunami.

i miss the days when my pri school, hidden in the middle of a private residential estate, was near enough for me to walk home, but far enough to warrant a bus ride in the morning. i miss the basketball court where we had our assembly, with the raintrees and flame-of-the-forests just hanging and chillin up above. i miss the days when i was the fastest runner in track and was more or less, always the anchor runner in relays. i miss the days when we could paint stain glasses and go to the field to draw trees for art classes. i miss the days when i was a prefect. i missed the days when i had my prefect status revoked because i cussed BITCH too often. True story, not a joke. i was primary 5. i miss the faithful day i was called to the principal office for using stones to form the word FUCK just beside the quadrangle while waiting for my sister to finish her PSLE listening comprehension, and fucked up her reputation during the process. i bawled like a bitch, needless to say. I miss the days me and my frens hung out at Junction 8 like its the most happening place on earth. We went to watch SPECIES and thot it was the most R Rated thing we have ever seen (until i discovered porn). I missed the days when i was a fucking thief (ok maybe not that much), when i stole my fren's pencil case in primary 2 cos he pissed the shit outta me, and then at pri 5 when i stole another fren's prefect tie cos i thought i lost mine. YES I WAS A PREFECT but i was fucked up as hell. I dunno why they chose me in the first place..... maybe cos my sister was vice head. Nepotism. and YES i was and am the black sheep of the family... Every family needs one. I miss the days when my frens and I sang "This used to be my playground" by madonna for our talentime. It was SO gay. it was SOOOOO gay i wanted to die. And i remember the day when i offered my malay fren char siew from my maggi mee. it was HILARIOUS. I'm not a racist, i just didn't think it through. Finally i miss the time when I had my very first "Prom" where i wore a long sleeve checkered shirt from the Disney Store with a huge POCAHONTAS embroidered on the pocket. Again, true story. And ultimately, i treasure the fact that my primary school frens and i are still VERY MUCH IN CONTACT till today.

And then i started missing the days in Secondary school when my social status dropped from being high society to outcast because of my, how should i put this nicely..... "happy-ness". No guy really wanted to talk nor associate with me, besides my equally happy fren Wang YiChao. I miss my gbffs (girl best frens forever). I miss the days when i used to cry when i go to, and come back from school from scouts every Saturday... and my mum was there to cheer me up with a can of Coke (i'm easily bribed, but today, with alcohol). I miss the days my frens started to accept me for who i was, and started hanging with me and we even formed the group SHI SHIONG DIs (aka the ten brothers). I miss the days we stayed back late in school to decorate the notice board cos we wanted to win the chinese-new-year best decorated notice board competition. VERY LAME. but vvvv fun. I really miss my sec 2 classmates,period. I miss the days my scoutmates and i decided we don't hate scouts anymore and went to Kampong Arang to eat ice jelly after every Saturday's activities. Those are my buddies for life.

I remember the days i stopped listening to 933fm and switched to 987fm and started obsessing with jean danker's say it with music. I used to write in to her and she would always pick me. I was known as "the aluminum foil guy" because i would use paint and write on a LONG LONG strip of aluminum foil. TRUE STORY. and she would always say "oh boy what do we have here" (crackling noise of the foil in the background)..... yes, please laugh. I remember the days my mum forbade me to watch late nite drama series, and i had to sneak into her room to watch Charmed for 15mins while she was downstairs. I finally could watch the last few seasons of Ally Mcbeal only because it was moved to the 10pm (or 9pm, i cant remember) slot. yes it was very pathetic. I miss the days where songs were sang by normal human beings and not autotuned.....it was all good back then.

And then today, when i came home from work, i found my mum sewing the button on my shorts, because a few days ago i told her it was dropping. and then i realised she re-washed my work pants cos tissue bits were stuck on it after the first wash (which i didn't ask her to do..... i was just complaning). And my daddy was cooking dinner for the 3 of us. Then i realised........ oh man. i dunno what i would do without my parents.... i dunno what i would do when they leave this world........... and then i realised.......... i turning 28 in November. this is all too scary.