(long post below)
The feeling of growing up.
I miss those times when I was still a young kiddo, living a happy innocent pure life in HongKong, where I get to go to kindergarten to meet my fellow kiddo friends and go home super early (no studying at all), taking naps or playing with my miniature cooking sets. I remember those time I disturbed my sister, I copied her dancing, I throw my baby temper and threw her clips all over. I love those times when I got so scared of my uncle that my parents use him to scare me into finishing my dinner quick. I remember those times when I refused to eat my dinner and daddy locked me out of the house - and I just stood there until daddy open the door again.
And then I boarded a plane - which I won't even know it's a plane at that time- and came to Singapore. I moved into the condo, where I've been living for the past 10 years, thinking that it's some super grand hotel. And yeah, you never get to stay in a hotel for 10 years do you.
Then it was the first day at kindergarten in Singapore. I remember not understanding what the teachers were talking about - because I know no English at that time. I remember my sister crying when mommy left us there and I told my sister to chill out, we'll go home soon. Then school ended.
I remember taking afternoon naps in the kindergarten. I remember hurting a good friend in they eye with a mechanical pencil and she went to the hospital. I miss those times when I was highing over cotton buds and smuggled some into the kindergarten for my friends. I remember those time when I started crying because I don't know how to spell 'umbrella' - my first time worrying over studies yeah.
Kindergarten years ended soon enough and then I went into Changkat Primary. I remember erasing my name on the black board (the stupid monitor marked down my name for talking) and getting caught. Punishment? I stood in the canteen during recess - and pretended I was looking at posters. I remember not studying for exams and came home with lousy results. I remember crying all night because daddy refuse to pick up my phone call because of my lousy results. I remember feeling really dejected because all my 6 DSAs failed. I miss those times when I really really worked hard for my PSLE and surprisingly scored well.
Then it was getting into DHS. I remember the first day of school when I was sticking with Katherine because we know no one there. I remember accidentally smacked Cheryl's head with the flagpole (sorry!). I remember those times I was studying really hard for EOYS - but now I realised Year 1 is really nothing as compared to Year 4. I miss those times Clara and I went to toilet after almost every lesson doing nothing but we still go there anyway. I remember going to CCA and being really tired but still move on with squad.
And now I'm Year 4. What's going to happen seriously. I'm not prepared.