[ Me ]
Nickname: Ursula
Birthday: 7th January 1985
Zodiac: Capricorn
Where From: Singapore
Laidback, sensitive, fickle, easily-tickled, fiercely loyal
Manga and anime lover, enthusist, collector and critic/ Coffee lover, addict and expert maker/ Aspiring future wife of famous culinary chef/ Aspiring future wife of a 1.8m tall hunk
My Friendster link:
http://www.friendster.com/vivis
[ Likes ]
Sleeping, dancing, books, manga, anime, chocolates, coffee, Jap food, Italian food, Ayumi Hamasaki, people, my sister
[ Fave Books ]
Harry Potter series, Artemis Fowl series, The Inheritence Trilogy series, The Da Vinci Code, Memoir of a Geisha, I Don't Know How She Does It... and all my comics n manga!!!
[ Currently Reading ]
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
by Susanna Clarke
Inkheart
by Cornelia Funke
The Well Of Loneliness
by Radclyffe Hall
Midnight's Children
by Salman Rushdie
Madame Sadayakko: The Geisha Who Seduced The West
by Lesley Downer
The Unbearable Lightness Of Being
by Milan Kundera
The Historian
by Elizabeth Kostova
[ The Wishlist ]
My Amazon.com Wishlist:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=yourlists_pop_1/103-2401787-9502236
Phillips MC235 Thin Stereo Microsystem
Kathy Van Zeeland bag
(saw on amazon.com going for bout US$65... Why dun Singapore stock her goods??! >.< I wan it in Topaz colour~!!!)
The Lord of the Rings
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Inu-Yasha Theme Song Collection
12 Kingdoms/ Juuni Kokuki anime VCD sets
GUESS bag (darn, i dun have the $120 required to buy it now and i noe it'll be gone soon, Guess always changing their apparels every month or so u_u)
DKNY gold and crystal-studded watch (very ornamental, more a dress watch then an every-funtion watch. still, pretty~)
Mphosis pale gold SLIPPERS (i run through my shoes and slippers like they cost nth X/)
The BodyShop BLUSHER in Golden Pink
The BodyShop blusher BRUSH
Shiseido eyelash CURLER
Full-length wall MIRROR(s) for my room
A new big every-purpose BAG
Pretty SHOES
A Digital CAMERA
A bloody new PC or laptop with the speed of light and a gazillion GB of memory!! =[
The Sims 2 (PC game edition)
[ The Memories ]
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Those were the days my friends, we thought they'd never end....
I'd finished re-reading my Slam Dunk manga collection a few days back, and it has sure brought back many memories from my primary school days.
Ok, many is quite an understatement. Its more like a waterfall of memories, the sounds reaching a crescending pitch that blocks out the little everyday noises and experience. Its all i can think about watever i do these days. Each memory suffuses all my senses as i lose myself in them.
The most vivid memories of my primary six days was from when i first introduced Slam Dunk to a couple of frens in my class. Word spreads, the books exchanged hands (mainly from my own collection, and later on a few other classmates who decided to collect the set also and later loan the others), and soon part of, or the whole class was immersed in Slam Dunk mania, which indirectly bred a new love for the basketball sport in our class. Although i may be one of the first to start the basketball craze (games before sch, games during recess, games after sch), i was still more hooked on soccer in comparison then (soccer before sch, soccer during recess, soccer after sch).
But the most vivid memories were not jus from playing those sports in and out of sch everyday. Its from the little games and 'nicknames'-calling that started as a result of reading Slam Dunk - our re-naming various classmates as certain characters from the manga and calling each other the various nicknames reserved for these characters, and our enacting of certain actions and scenes from the manga.
I remember calling Elizabeth "红毛猴" (hong2 mao2 hou2, literally meaning 'red-haired monkey') and the two of us stiffling belly-aching laughter in the middle of class; i remember Chun Kiat kicking a can at a basketball court (re-enacting his part as 宫城良田/ Ryota Miyai in Slam Dunk kicking a basketball in tantrum) saying "我踢!" ('i kick!') and scolding the ball "笨 球!" ('stupid ball!'); i remember our basketball match against the gals from 6BB who had written our class (6AA) a 挑战书 (written challenge, i mean, how childish is tt?? but then, we were in primary sch) to challenge us to a match and then sorrily lost to us; i remember the many basketball games we bring to the nearby community centre many a saturdays.
I remember chasing after a football and many a metal cans and plastic bottles which serve as footballs when we dun have one during recess and break-times; i remember running bare-footed across the sch's now non-existent soccer fields, sans our outer-pinofore (for us gals); i remember sliding after the football in the mud after a rainy day and getting all muddy; i remember stepping on the mimosa plants near the goal-posts to see them close their leaves tightly in the defensive-mechanism nature has given them; i remember the bunch of us going to the canteen to get our 30cents curry with potatos, fizzy drinks and ice lollies during breaks in the game.
I remember getting hit by a soccer ball hard in the face and the very guilty perpetuator apologizing over and over again to me for days; i remember the heated arguement (though for watever reasons i now forgot) between David and Hamzah, and the slapping incident with Jessica which left our class temporaily split between those who sided Jessica and those who sided the perpetuator; i remember bringing the football games to the nearby void-decks and street-soccer court nearly every weekend after our bunch's saturday visits to the library.
I remember the boys in our class who broke a ceiling light in the sch staircases while playing football and the music from the teachers after that; i remember how all the teachers from other classes wud threaten our class that we wud fail if we continue to play like that, and then surpassing the whole sch's expectations with our batch's history-making results.
And i remember the smell of our fertilized soccer field whose fertilization process lasted for less than 2 months during our primary six final days while we still play in the adjacent fields, but whose sweet, cloying odour is etched into my memory and forever serves to gently but surely bring back the memories of those football-chasing days. Even now, its a conditioned response to grow suddenly nostalgic whenver i smell fertilizer (yeah, i jest u not).
Yes, apparently i've been very lost in all these 'childhood' memories when i shd be devoting my time to say, more maths or POA revision.
Does anybody else remember?
+ Ursula r e m e m b e r s again + 1:17 AM
