Mystery Incorporated
(Zhak and me are shoulda’ ta’ shoulda with the Giant to the left of us)
Upon Zhak’s request, here is the photo that I’ve zapped from the annals of my Ol’ Shoe Box of Ol’ Stuf’ (seriously,I’ve labeled the box with that title).
Ahh..the good ol’ days of Persatuan Pemudi Islam Singapura (PPIS) kindergarten. Zhak and me were in the same class and we didn’t realize til he brought it up way back after we left college. We BOTH were good-looking lil’ young ‘uns, weren’t we? (I reckon, we still are)
About those days, the only things I can vaguely remember are, me gettin’ a ride home in someone’s car, me cookin’ a storm in class of baked apples and waffles, runnin’ on the field with the then-ultra-uber plastic playground, a classmate of mine gettin’ dropped by a couple of thugs and embarassingly, me pissin’ my pants during a day trip to somewhere I can’t remember.
I’ve only recently discovered that a couple of Zhak’s closest friends are in that class too and surprisingly, one of my sis’s friends apparently came from PPIS of the same year but have yet to confirm the class. Small world this is.
Maybe not, just Singapore and its obviously small Malay Muslim population.
I wonder where everybody is.
Til later,
Keep Ya Hats On.
