i WAS and still AM an angel.

yesterday made me realise that the best times of my life spanned from when i was 7 to 12. ok..before my non-primary school friends jump down my throat, let me tell you that this perception is easily revisable. we are all masters at adapting *cough*.

so me and abby were reminiscing about good old times over a nice cherry&mint shisha and poor pohchai had to laugh and pretend that she was enjoying all our stories...but i know you did, didn't you pohchai?

but i'm slowly reconciliating to the fact that, yea...we DID come up with a lot of shit back when we were in primary school. like the time i got to know abby...it was actually through a mutual dislike we had for this girl whom we called Uma Puma. we would grab her hairband and throw it up into trees, or climb up the fence and place it on the highest notch. and she would retaliate by throwing our waterbottles in to the rubbish bin. a very nice water bottle with a spring cap that revealed a straw too, mind you. all this when we were 7.

or how about the time when we were in Standard 2 and we formed this Power Rangers Club. we'd gather every morning, without fail, on top of the hill outside the Standard 2 classes and go through with the whole PR formation thinger. Andy was the Blue Ranger, Abby was the Yellow Ranger (bitch), Vignes was the Black Ranger, Muhin was the Red Ranger and i was the Pink Ranger (fuck). And we'd do this:

All: It's Morphin' Time!
Vignes: MASTADON!
Me: PTERADACTYL!
Andy: TRICERATOPS!
Abby: SABER-TOOTHED TIGER!
Muhin: TYRANNOSAURUS!
All: GO GO POWER RANGERS! MIGHTY MORPHIN' POWER RANGE-EERSS!!


8-year-old artistic impression.

and then we'd all go into kiddy ecstacy trance and run around making pew-pew sounds and pretending we were fighting baddies. it's so cute.

or how about when we got our first taste of power and got absolutely drunk with it when the whole Power Rangers posse became prefects in Standard 3...hoho...it was the dawn of the golden era. how we would strut up in front of the class everytime the teacher left and scrawl a HUGE BISING and then write names of everyone who made noise. And if the culprit persisted, we'd add a x2 or x3 next to the name. and how, if the culprit repented, we'd rub off the 3/4 and replace it with a 2/3. Ah..the glory of it all.


Yea, i know right? Infinity. we were THAT smart.

When Uma Puma decided to zip it.

or how we'd pick fights with all the other girly cliques in our grade. the cawangan MCA which were comprised completely of chinese-chinese girls. or the cawangan UMNO which were comprised completely of malay girls. or the cawangan MIC which comprised of Uma Puma. no actually, i was just a sideline supporter...abby did most of the head-on confrontation.

or how about when we'd jump over the monsoon drains and pray to God that our little hands would be able to grasp on to the fencing on the other side...and then proceed to crawl under the hole, or maneouveur around the bend of the drain-peninsula over to the other side of the fence and fish for tadpoles.


it's seriously HUGE.

or how we once made our Standard 6 class teacher (bless her soul) lose it all, fling her books, pencil case, basket and vase of flowers in one great sweeping motion off her table and on to the floor all the while screaming at us and then start sobbing on her table. bless her soul, indeed.

ah..there's just so much coming back to me now, if only i was 7-12 again.

anyone out there with amazing mind-blowing primary school stories to tell?