Memory

When all else is gone, memory remains in different way. 

The primary school that I'd attended, it's demolished, and now, it's a whole new building although still under construction and still re-constructing. Although everything is new, sometimes, I still dreamt about being in the old classroom and hallway. They no longer exist. Dreaming about getting late for school, hide and seek, climbing up the staircase that I was attacked by a bug (I think it is), and the things that we used to find them scary. The pathway to the toilet that was far far away with possibility of snakes appearing, and as scary as it can be, it still felt the same way in my dream. The grassy hills that I used to roll down after school while waiting or during break times, and the staircase to get to school, were still the same. The pathway from home to school and the basketball court. They were always obstructed in some way that I can never reach school.

My secondary school changed too. I haven't been back but some renovation has been made as well. Teachers were no longer those that I've known. I was actually quite scared of secondary school. The school uniform is white and everyone needs to wear tudong. The canteen was always crowded. Students would swarmed in to get food to eat. No queues. I didn't dare to interfere, I ended up buying nothing to eat. When I did bought it once, I am worried my white tudong would get smudged or it would be disorientated after eating, which was very difficult for me to fix. So during my secondary school days, I was actually hungry all the time. I didn't eat breakfast and when there were extra classes, I didn't eat anything for breakfast and lunch.

Everything were in their place and I can't reach. That's called time.