Pepper Lunch

Finally got the chance to try Pepper Lunch - the popular restaurant franchise. Quite tasty!

My Childhood Story

I arrived into this world 23 January 1979. My earliest memories begin from my kindergarden days - there were only two. Rolling down from a slope and being detained after retaliating by hitting a kindergarden-mate on the head, right in front of the teacher.

I also remember hurling abuses at the teacher who detained me until my mum came to pick me up - various permutations of eggs; bad egg, smelly egg, etc etc.

I did not complete my kindergarden studies due to my stubborness of not wanting to learn English - my parents had to send me to a pre-primary school for one year.

I got mocked by my teacher during recess break for "counting" the bean sprouts in my fried bee-hoon when everyone else have finished their meals. My favorite time at school was when we played with plasticine. I hated the smell though.

My parents transferred me to another primary school because they refused to let the school put me into class 3D after coming 5th in class 2A - I still ended up in class 3B anyhow.

The new kid on the block came 1st in class 3B the following year - but the form teacher disliked me because she claimed I was lazy.

Eric, the boy whom I usurped the no. 1 spot from became my best friend - both of us came nowhere near no.1 the following year in 4A. Our mothers quickly turned into allies and formed a deadly partnership in thwarting our misadventures.

I averaged one storybook per day from primary four to primary five. I curse the day when Eric introduced me to Tintin and Asterix and the Gauls; they took away my 6/6 vision - Eric's eyesight remained perfect.

I had my first fight with my best friend in primary five on school premises - we patched things up in less than an eye blink.

Our school basketball team won honours every year. The only year we turned champions was the year when I fractured my elbow - all my basketball trophies are silver in colour.

I secretly played tetris instead of studying for the PSLE - and did not manage a single A* for my PSLE.

Eric and I got admitted to the same secondary school but he went to 1B while I was in 1A.

I sat by myself for a large part of the first day of school. I prayed very hard that the new boy who turned up in a yellow t-shirt wouldn't sit next to me, which he did.

Alfred is the name of the boy without the school uniform - he transferred to our school because he had problems finding his way to a better school further away.

Alfred thought I was an obedient student as did I of him, the class quickly came to know that we both were nothing of the sort.

I spent my entire sec 1 days mutli-tasking - learning to "spin" the pen in class, joining the basketball team and table-tennis club, keeping contact with my primary schoolmates. Somehow, I forgot to add studying to this list and came in 35th in a class of 38 students - I think the only people behind me were of a different race.

I find it ridiculous that a classmate's mum allowed him to hang around with me simply because I came in 9th in the following year.

Of all my subjects, I was most consistent in Art - it was 50/100 thru' out.

I have fond memories of spending Sunday mornings in Queenstown Swimming Complex with Alfred and company - it is amazing how wrestling and games involving a ping pong ball in the water could bring us so much joy.

I also remember Benedict turning up late every time - I am now the latecomer when we go jogging on Saturdays.

Alfred and I continued sitting next to each other in 2A - we had so much fun making mischief that I actually looked forward to school during the June holidays.

We caused so much trouble that our form teacher made us sit apart when school re-opened.

Weizheng became my new neighour, we took bus 64 home together after school and tried knocking each other off the one-person seat on the way back.

Alfred and I embarked on a great scientific project in sec two; we designed a hydrophonics model.

Two enterprising 14-year olds were venturing into agriculture without the use of soil - our only miscalculation was forgetting that seeds needed time to mature into plants.

Our project would never have received an A grade without the timely aid of the uprooted plant from Alfred's mum.

Our then fat friend Zhiyong borrowed a book from the library and copied wholesale from that book with a typewritten submission - he recieved an A grade as well.