Well, it’s been some time since I’ve posted something up here. Was on a month long break, traveling back and forth between Penang, Cameron Highlands and Malacca just to chill out and for once, sit back and do absolutely nothing - but hey it’s good to be back now.
While I was in Malacca, I was driving through town on a dull Sunday afternoon and passed my primary school which I haven’t stepped foot in for ages. I thought it’d be cool to drop by and see how the place was doing.

To tell you the truth, the place ain’t changed much since I left in 1993. Damn, that’s quite awhile ago… and yeah - the merdeka banner is still standing tall even now.


Man, the sign tells how old this school is. And yeah, this music room was the place where I spent most of my time in… Brings back good memories
While exploring the place further, I stumbled on some photos of my former teachers…

Man, this photo was probably taken when I was still a todler, but I did recognise a few faces:
1. Mr Long Chai Kok - who was the longest serving discipline master there, and I was privileged to receive three of the best from him. I mean, the guy was feared by all… I think. Even now, he’s still a legend amongst those who passed through the gates of SRK Bandar Hilir up till the early 1990s.
2. Mr Ng Swee Kee - who was my class teacher in Standard 4. Can’t really remember what he taught me, but he was a cool dude who lived somewhere next to my taman. I do remember that he drove this really beat up 1970s Toyota station wagon to school, which looked more like a tank than anything else.
3. Mr Ng Ah Lok - who was my Pendidikan Moral teacher in Standard 6. This dude had a reputation for slapping kids, no joke. And it wasn’t just the “slap on the wrist” kinda thing. No, it was the full on “forehand/backhand tennis swing” slap style. And I remember he wore those huge jade stone rings on one of his fingers of the slapping hand. Whoa, terror man… I was fortunate enough never to on the receiving end of those power slaps. I still wonder how I got away from not doing any moral homework at all during those days. Oh well…
Also, back in Standard 4, I was appointed to be one of the prefects. Till this day, I wonder what my teachers saw in me that warranted prefectship.
Anyway, having the mindset that being a prefect was equivalent to being a tai kor, I managed to persuade one of my buddies to hand over a can of fart-spray, the ones that are used to trick people. So I went along happily spraying fart everywhere in the school. Fate had it that I was to bump into Mr Long at the peak of my fart spraying escapade. The rest is history.
Looking back, I do kinda miss my primary school days. Wouldn’t even trade a day of it for a new five string Warwick bass.
Posted on April 4th, 2008 by Jon
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