Final Memory

I look through the old albums. It's all so funny!
The kind of pictures that make me smile for no reason. Old report cards, comments from teachers. I miss those days.

My record card.


Xiao Hong results page 1


Xiao Hong results page 2


Da Hong results page 1


Da Hong results page 2



I miss begging for rewards each time I get report card. Not that I did very well. I like the feeling of earning the rewards, as long as I outdid myself each term, each year.

I miss father help me to peel open the snacks packs ( long and hollow jagung snacks, last time got chocolate coated). I never knew how to open them except by using means of teeth to tear it, it gets wet and messy.

I miss going to early grocery shopping at the old market. I knew the vege stall owner. I knew the fish monger. After grocery then lets go to the toy store ( closed down adi) , not that mother willing , but kids beg. I beg good. Typical items are the Teenage mutant Ninja turtles merchandise, I dont know how many leonardo figures I got, Michaelangelo, I never had Raphael, Donatello was given by brother, I dont know where they are now. Oh, I like those paper planes too, made of styrofoam ( man, old school toys kick ass), I got a Doraemon kite like thing, not really a kite, but a long tube, balloon float. I got it as some kind of 'free gift' from keropok.. Oh , yes, who can forget the toy boxes. Usually they dont contain as what described on the box. But hey, surprise, surprise!

I miss using the children plate. It's like a yellow tray, the main at the centre where rice are placed, surrounded by smaller depression at the sides for, hm,,,,the dishes. Vege? no vege, kids dont eat vege. Bad idea.

I miss playing the soil.

I miss my Malaccan neighbour. Toot-toot, I will always remember you. I heard about your news recently, Youre a chef now. I hope youre doing well.

I miss Kindergarten. I cried on the first day. I dont know what I feared though.I forced my parents to be waiting outside for me, the whole day.It lasted for three days or so, or probably a week. Father escaped work. Real life Homer Simpson.

I miss Chinese New Year ar Grandmother's place at Miri, the Canadian Hill. It was a different experience. My Grandparents ( mother side) were farmers. I like to go to their vegetables fields, and see their pigs. Visit the convenient store nearby for afternoon tea. My youngest uncle ( a teen that time) disliked me though, had couple of fights. Now that is Real Kampung life!!