Memories.

There are just too much of them. They are like videotapes playing in my mind.

I remember how a big, black, hard beetle which had been in my shoe since morning suddenly moved during my P.E class when i was in Pri 4, causing my foot to make a wave. I screamed and cried and threw my shoe in the air. I  can still remember how my P.E teacher acted brave to help me throw the disgusting thing into a bush, 'dancing' at the same time haha. Well, she scolded me for screaming and crying, to divert attention away from her i guess cause i bet she nearly died of embarrassment.

I remember raising the Singapore flag alongside Liyana, another prefect, making sure my flag was always above the school flag. (I remember Liyana being a close friend of mine since Pri 5. Wonder how she's doing now) I remember receiving advice from a tall and plump Music teacher with curly, reddish-brown (like bromine) hair to follow the beat of the music while raising the flag, and to jerk at each movement.

I remember playing with my friend's hair during a Mother Tongue class with Cikgu Zareen (my beloved teacher) when I was Pri 2. We were still using the blackboard with chalks. I was scolded by him for not paying attention. I can still remember his lines vividly: "Zakiah, ini bukan salon awak nak main2 dengan rambut orang", which leads me to another memory that i used to have an ambition of being a hairdresser.

I remember playing at the backyard of Casuarina Primary School (our holding place while Loyang Pri was being renovated) with my malay classmates of Pri 3.3, acting as ghostbusters. Sights, ghost stories were all shared among us to the extent that a girl nearly fainted and i remember me and a group of malay girls surrounded her and recited ayat Kursi (which we happened to learn from our weekly madrasah) to 'wash' the ghost away. I remember I told my friend about seeing a finger coming out of the drain, the finger was straight at first then it bent. Hahah k i still feel its real. Or maybe it was just a stick.

I remember a lot of stuffs. A LOT. Especially since I have been taking long train rides or long taxi rides (which only happens when im late, sighhhh). Those above were just one part. There are more.

Story of my life.

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