Down Memory Lane (Again)
Aug. 19th, 2002 12:16 amWe went to Wangsa Baiduri today, a little housing estate I used to call home back when I was 9. It's a nice little neighborhood, with kids playing badminton on the road, and terrace houses in full bloom. I have never seen such vibrant flowers in so many gardens across blocks before. Or I have, and forgot that I did. I used to walk from my house to the clubhouse directly behind us for piano lessons. When I was done, I'd sit in the clubhouse theatrette to watch Disney cartoons. My tenth birthday was in the clubhouse's kids' room, and I remember I used to beg Mom for change so I could play Bubble Bobble there.
Note to Self: Find downloadable copy of Bubble Bobble.
I even remember how the sidewalk all around the estate used to be smothered in dog poop, because vile neighbors were unhygienic about their dogs. I once sat out on our lawn on the grass, just when the sun went into a cloud, and the grass was still warm, and I could go back inside to my attic where all my toys were, or play games on Dad's ancient Apple 2. And Mom still baked cakes, and I could still eat chocolates (because I never got migraines back then), and I drowned the giant red ants that lived behind the exora bushes with the garden hose.
We passed by my old school, Sri Kuala Lumpur. I wondered if Mrs. Siew and Ms. Tan, the two old ladies who ran the primary school were still alive. I was at Sri KL from ages 9-13, four whole years, easily the longest time I'd spent in any one school. The secondary school had courtyards with big droopy trees I used to sit and read under. The primary school had a bird cage, and the Subang Jaya township was home to some native yellow birds whose names I never knew. I remember Sri KL's trees most, how calm it was. By the time I left primary school for secondary school, I'd already cleared out that school's library's English section, full of yellowed children's classics like the Wombles, and the Borrowers, and What Katy Did. I didn't really have time to clear out the secondary school's library too before I left. I even miss playing scrabble (and winning often) on Wednesdays, when the Board Game Club met.
Note to Self: Find downloadable copy of Bubble Bobble.
I even remember how the sidewalk all around the estate used to be smothered in dog poop, because vile neighbors were unhygienic about their dogs. I once sat out on our lawn on the grass, just when the sun went into a cloud, and the grass was still warm, and I could go back inside to my attic where all my toys were, or play games on Dad's ancient Apple 2. And Mom still baked cakes, and I could still eat chocolates (because I never got migraines back then), and I drowned the giant red ants that lived behind the exora bushes with the garden hose.
We passed by my old school, Sri Kuala Lumpur. I wondered if Mrs. Siew and Ms. Tan, the two old ladies who ran the primary school were still alive. I was at Sri KL from ages 9-13, four whole years, easily the longest time I'd spent in any one school. The secondary school had courtyards with big droopy trees I used to sit and read under. The primary school had a bird cage, and the Subang Jaya township was home to some native yellow birds whose names I never knew. I remember Sri KL's trees most, how calm it was. By the time I left primary school for secondary school, I'd already cleared out that school's library's English section, full of yellowed children's classics like the Wombles, and the Borrowers, and What Katy Did. I didn't really have time to clear out the secondary school's library too before I left. I even miss playing scrabble (and winning often) on Wednesdays, when the Board Game Club met.
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Date: 2002-08-19 09:15 am (UTC)Hmm.
Date: 2002-08-19 11:16 am (UTC)