Oh Memory

Today was tragically tiring, with a philosophy paper at 8am and then physics make-up lessons from 12 - 2.15pm. managed to squish in brunch with the bowlers ( :D ) and then rushed off for French prelim papers which started at 3. got home so tired so, so, drained; fell asleep on the couch in the veranda, and woke up at 8 for dinner and chinese tuiton eurg.

I understand there's no need to list my activities, but it's relevant(!). Every day makes me appreciate life and the incredible complexities of the people around me. Different people have different drivers, and very often, they are all amazing.

Earlier on, during my physics makeup, I was feeling slightly impatient and very very weary for the lack of sleep last night (which reminds me, I should be sleeping soon). I'd been waiting for my teacher to appear for a while, while also trying to catch up with the syllabus. Out of nowhere, another teacher appears and casually comments on how hard I'm working, good for me. I said oh no, I'm trying to catch up on work, waiting for my teacher actually. And he says,

oh since she's busy, would you like me to help?

and for the next half hour or more, this teacher who's never taught me in my life is sitting there teaching me the entire a.c. generator concept from scratch. After he was done, he said

wow, I really miss teaching like this.

apparently, he hasn't been allocated classes so he hasn't been teaching for a bit. and he told me that if I ever needed help I could look for him again. and I'm like, wow. I really felt very blessed that I got the chance to know and learn from him and I realised that some teachers are very passionate about their jobs. Even my teacher, she must want to help me, since my failing is of zero consequence to her, and she's putting in so much of her time to help me.

If you ever see this Mr Ho & Ms Siow, I am very very appreciative of your help.

I felt so full up with goodness when I left school (and then this was replaced temporarily by fatigue and zomgness when I entered the french exam, but still).

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Another thing is something I've realised. Kids nowadays have so many things to play with.

In the past, we played with barbie dolls and that was probably the most expensive of the lot. I remember arranging pillows round the bed with my cousins and then playing teacher-teacher, dancing to hi-five, barney, and watching pokémon. Being able to wake up early on a Saturday morning to catch pokémon and feeling immense satisfaction, or feeling disappointed that I woke late and got digimon instead.

I went to the playground every day and got into many accidents. I played catching, freeze and melt, police and thief, mushroom, and so many games that people would never allow their kids to play now because it's dangerous. I remember the times when playgrounds had no safety features. now those were playgrounds. Rusty tire-swings.

For me, google used to be only for googling "cute puppies/kittens" images. The internet confused me, and I used encyclopedias. The books.

I watched cartoons that made me feel good like the disney classics on video tape (and never understanding how to rewind a tape), and then being mesmerized when I got the dvd for swan princess. Changing into a swishy dress so I could swish the dress around like Odette and singing along with all the songs.

(and also multiple chinese cartoons from my grandma that make me :D on memory)

I'm not actually being sentimental, but it's all these things that made my childhood so achy to think back on and reminisce upon and try to get it all back. These things made my memories.

and kids I see nowadays play with nintendo DS and PSPs and laptops.

so impersonal.