Oops… after rampaging through my ‘old’ albums, I realised I had remembered wrongly about the bag I’d used on my first day at kindergarten school… I had mistaken it for my first day in primary school 
So smart rite? But can’t believe I had used such a ku niang bag leh…?!?
One of my most fond memories of my childhood was my first day attending kindergarten school
I remembered how nice and good I felt when I had my new uniform, new shoes, new bag, new hair wet-look hair-style too
But of all the new things, I remembered my bag the most! It was a brown haversack with smurf design
Not sure why till now I remembered that bag, but I really enjoyed my kindergarten phase. Many of my classmates whom I met would eventually become my classmates in Primary school too.
My kindergarten phase was the first real taste of independence too… Unlike my other classmates whom I always saw their mothers waiting for them to bring them home after class, I always went home by myself. My mum who by then started to work, had conveniently given me a pair of housekeys and taught me my own way back home.
The two years in kindergarten, I cannot deny that I always felt envious of my classmates whom had their mums’ arms to run to right after the doors of my class were opened. Deep in my heart, I would secretly hope to be surprised with my mum waiting for me after school. But I don’t think (as I can recall) that ever happened.
The furtherest I can recall of starting my life in this place called world, was when I was 3 to 4 years old, and playing with my neighbours at my housing blocks area of Clementi in the playground or fondly called "see-saw"
Back then playgrounds were FUN!!! You could climb up and jump off from beams and poles that could reach 3 storeys high. My childhood days really evolved alot around my playground back then. Together with my neighbours or ‘kampung’ friends played all sort of games there, from catching (our favourite), playing marbles, building dams & canals (after it rains) to playing golf?!?
We really loved our playground!!! It was our ‘world’ where the adults weren’t around to nag or bother us… :P
These days the neighbourhood playgrounds are built with such boring concepts with so many safety features here and there. No wonder our younger generation of kids are so ’soft’ and ’sissy’ these days and can’t take a little pain or challenges.
Anyway, I really can’t really remember much of my life as a 3 or 4 year old. Just that snippet of me at the playground as mentioned.
Cute Little Me!!!
My dad and mum when they were still young and hip! -1978
Let’s see… tracing back my family roots…
My actual name was Kelvin and I happened to be the eldest among my other two brothers, Timothy and Joel.
I was born in 1978 in Alexandra Hospital. My dad, Jimmy was then a regular with the Traffic Police and my mum, Anna then was a housewife. Both my parents were originally from Malaysia and life for them were difficult for their families were not well-off.
I don’t really know the details of their family background but what I do know is that my dad is the second youngest among 8 siblings and my mum is somewhere in the middle with also around 8 siblings.
My dad arrived in Singapore at the age of 16 after completing his education and subsequently joined the Singapore Traffic force. His father, which is my grandfather passed away when he was very young. What my dad always shared with me and my brothers was how he remembered when his dad would bring back durians as a family treat. And that was how my dad and his other siblings fell in love with the fruit. And till now, this tradition that my grandfather did has been passed on to my other uncles’ and auntie’s families.
My mum was actually raised up in an orphanage in Malacca. Apparently, the situation in her family wasn’t to good and in order to lighten the burden in the family, my mum was sent to this orphanage. Till now, my mum still hold this resentment in her heart towards my grandparents for sending her there as she feels unjust in why her other siblings were not sent but only her. That is why among her siblings, she’s the most ‘unique’ of them all as I noticed. As she was brought up seperately from her family, she didn’t had the ability to communicte in dialects that her sisters or brothers used. Guessed she must have really felt ‘unaccepted’.
Mmmm…suddenly thought of a real cool idea for this blog!
I will blog my life story!
Yup! From my way back, way back kiddish days to where I am now… Something like an chronological autobiography like that! Anyway one of my lifetime goals has always been to write a book of my ‘colourful’ life so this could be a good start :)
