[LOVES]
my girl, except that stubborn streak of cos!(ooo...and that laziness)
my family. I'm a family man ok
my kids. ok, FUTURE kids.
[HATES]
lazy bums. *tsk tsk*
getting skinny....
...and getting fat
no, I'm not sounding confused. U are the confused one.
skinny as in arms, and fat as in belly. Got it?
told you I hate talking to goons.
Note: This page was written by my ex gf, just wanna keep it as a memory...
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Memories since young...
Lately I have been thinking a lot. Maybe it is because I have too much time. What have I been thinking then? You know in life, there will always be some memories in your mind which even though it has happened long time ago but it is still so vivid. These memories might not be very significant but they just stay in your mind forever. I run through some of them and would like to share those that I can still remember here. I am talking about childhood memories btw, not those that happen in recent years. Childhood memories are more innocent and they usually bring a smile to your face just by thinking about them. That is a photo of me taken when I was really young.
Let me start with my old house which is actually the kampong in the current sembawang area. Most of my friends would have know that I stayed in a kampong before Singapore really started developing. Let me tell those who have not experienced the life living in a kampong before, it is really an experience of a lifetime. And certainly it adds colours to my childhood. How often do you find kids nowadays wondering by themselves to the woods to explore strange holes(I believe were left behind by soldiers who dug trenches) or streams to catch fish. Not forgetting urinating into the small streams or doing some big businesses there. I would be lying if I said I have never done all the above. But that's what it makes a kampong boy.
My family used to deal with rearing, buying and selling of fishes while in the kampong. They have these big ponds dug out from soil, some as big as a swimming pool, where they use it to keep their fishes. The working place could be called a kelong(off shore fish farm), with those stilts, wooden planks for people to walk around. I liked running across a long plank testing my balancing skills. Of course I have failed before, getting myself wet in the water and incurring the wrath of my dad. But it is fun you see and you will do it again. I remember sometimes my uncles or dad would need to go into the water to collect the eggs of a certain fish laid in holes beneath the mud. This would be the perfect time to go swimming with them. (I wonder why my swimming skills still sucks) Anyway me and my brothers would just follow them and check out on the eggs, playing with the water most of the time of course.
You might have seen this in TV shows where they used bamboos to make a raft and the people crossed rivers sitting on them. Yes. I have done that too. Not kidding. Just that the raft we made will sink ultimately before it can reach the other end. Those were the fun things we do. Dirty, sweaty, full of mud and water, adventurous.. kampong kids.
There are more memories of course. It would take me ages to write all of them here. I will save them for the future.
I thought of my great grand mother lately. She passed away few years ago. Was a couple of years short of 100. Lived long enough to see her great great grandchildren. 5 generations. I remembered she didn't lived a very happy life especially her last 10 years. It was more of old age and illnesses that caused it. She could not see or hear properly, had difficulty in walking and you know those old age symptoms. She used to come over to my house and would just sit there staring whole day into the wall. Sometimes she would chat with us, but it was very hard to communicate with her. You need to shout a bit for her to hear you and she might not comprehend fully what you are trying to get across. Now that she is gone, I sort of miss her. That's the way life is going to end?
Just some thoughts here.. cherish your loved ones, go do things you would like to do. It is just one life. Live it and live it to the fullest.
sin83
7/25/2006 09:54:00 AM
