I have to admit I was terrified to go back. It was a part of my life I wanted to forget because I was fat (still fat but able to accept it) and ugly (I’m no Miss Universe but I know I am not ugly now). And yes I was not an angel. I remember I kicked a boy right THEEREEE.
But we are all adults now. Many years have passed since those awkward days and we have all grown into civilised educated adults. I braved myself and head to SSP for Going Green Paint-A-Tile Fundraiser with my babe whom I recently learned was actually in the same class as me in Standard 1.
When we arrived, we called my other babe who was there and met her. We also met another friend so there were four of us altogether there. We paid for our tiles and found ourselves a spot at the painting table. Art was not one of my strongest subjects in school and I stared at my tile for the longest time wondering what could I possibly paint on it? I wondered if it is too abstract to submit a clean white tile?
I decided to rise to the challenge and paint something. I have to say I wiped my tile clean several times before settling for the design that I finished and submitted. Once we are done with the painting, we decided we should go around the school, revisit the nooks and corners that we like to climb or hid. I went in search for 2 of my 6 classes, 1 Kenanga and 6 Melati. The locations has changed but thankfully, the names are still there. I was surprised to learn that my Standard 4 class has been changed into the teacher’s room.
We visited the toilet. Yes. The toilet because it is in between few classes and it is like our meeting point + hangout area because our toilet is separated into 2 sections. We also went to see the school’s office, dentist and the library. It was literally walking through a museum of my life. It brought back so many wonderful memories. I saw the place where when I was younger I used to main kejar-kejar, teng teng, batu seremban, zero point and many more. I also saw the place where I got my BCG shot. And I even took a photo of myself sitting in the classroom.
Then we head to the canteen. I was hoping they still serve those mee curry that I love to eat when I was in school but sadly they don’t have it. But nonetheless, we ate the fried bihun with the tastiest canteen fried chicken. And we continued our journey down memory lane by visiting the music room and the computer room that was close by. Next, we headed to our school’s supposedly haunted hall. From there I could see the school’s field and I remembered how I once accidentally kicked a ball towards my teacher’s head knocking her unconscious and broke her glasses.
We ended our school tour with a photo of us sitting in the hall just like back in those days during assembly. But I did not leave before I took more photos outside the hall and outside the school with a finishing photo of me acting like I’m trying to steal the school logo.
