And...

Today
As i packed my stuff
Mostly transversed through time
From my early years till now

I realised that
I barely had much memories
Of my childhood.
Could it be
That all the memories
Will only come back
The day i lie in the wooden box?

I can only vaguely remember
These scenes
Where i go downstairs after dinner
With my mother and brother
To feed the stray kitties
And didi got scratched by a white one.

And i played with the Barbies
Under the table
Which my father picked up somewhere
And i have a pink pouch too
Which papa brought back from work.

And i would listen to the radio
To the oldie songs
My mama love
After coming back from school.

And i got my head stuck in the door of the bus.

And when i was in kindergarten
I would go to have Ban mian
Opposite the Community Club.
With mama after class.

And i remember that
There's a half-door in the girls' toilet.

I think that i cried on the first day of kindergarten
But i don't think so now.
But i did cry in mid primary two
Cause it was a trend then.

At the end of kindergarten
We had a birthday party
Someone else's
At MacDonald's.
And i didn't get the balloon
I cried again.
My mama came and fetched me
And we got a balloon.
And i was happy.

I took the school bus
And i gave out sweets to a friend
I promised to
Then i cried in the bus
Thinking that i've let my mama down
For wasting her money.

And my brother's classmate came by
And helped me get back the sweets
Which i asked my mama to get
And that she actually thought that i wanted it for myself.

And later when i got older
I began to take the bus home with brother
The vice-head prefect of the school
And mama would wait at the bus stop.

Then it was decided
That my favourite number would be 'Six'
When i was six years old.

And i was pretty innocent
When i was that young.
We all were.
No one plots to harm you.
But i was already thinking a lot.
Thinking about natural occurences.
Thinking of weird stuff.
And these weird stuff still come to me at times now.

I got certain words mixed up
And i didn't have much general knowledge.
I daydreamed all day
It was the perfect 'world of my own'.

And one day i slipped and fell in the kitchen
And got my chin plastered up in a cross
From the doctor one block away.

And oh we were pretty poor
And frugal at those times.
But we certainly had a lot of toys.
We frequented Emporium
Which no longer exists today.
And i would stash the doll i want
So that others won't find it.

We went to Central
And the market quite frequently.
Mama used to cook
Not much, but more than now.
And we would have prawn noodles at the market.

When i was young
Time just passes by in a faze
I just waited for meals
And took photos of my toys
Those bottles with coloured liquids.

And these are only those at the old Toa Payoh home.

But i'm relieved
That mama takes photos.
A lot.

Everything is much of a blurred image
And i don't remember much details.
I can't.

I feel different
Then and now.
Different emotions
All which cannot be described.

Maybe it's because kids have poor memories
And maybe twenty years down the road
I will forget what i am doing right now
In the present

It may be the changing ideals and perception
Of the society
It may be the toll of years
That people from the pasty
Are far different
From the people of the present.

The world is miraculous
And mysterious.
Who would have thought
That we weould have HD TV right now?

Would the five-year-old me
Have thought that i would be
As i am using this laptop
Owning so much tech toys now?

Would i still be blogging when i'm sixty?
Would this blog pass through time and technology?

Life has much secrets as well.

The post ends here. And i'm relieved that i still remember much of my childhood. At least i have all these memories to accompany me down the walk of life. The good ol'. =)