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So, i've been called a mat by a pri school friend. And you know what, i'm happy about it. :D lol.

This is why. In pri school, i was a quiet, nerd(i think.lol), lethargic(still am), anti-social guy who think knee-length socks were cool. Yes, no kidding. Okay, the high socks part survived till Pri 4, when we discovered ANKLE SOCKS! yea, i remembered, there's a few students who wore ankle socks. It was legal you see, as the school rules didn't state so. It spread and i wore those. Then, it was getting out of hand till the school have to ban it. boo. as usual, students are rebellious. heck, we still wear those. haha

Continuing, i did not have a life then. Teachers did not believe that i'll have a fulfulling, nouturishing life ahead. All that i got was trust for myself, family and friends. Yea, i dreamt all along the lessons, played soccer after school, go home and sleep. I'm one of those no-life boys who come to school with messy hair-do who doesn't worry about anything who's not one of those potential pupils. It can be demoralising, but hey, i didn't care and worry then. All i know was that i'll be leaving this burden and will start a new, better life in secondary school. Putting a bad image at the beginning matters.

Despite academically, social relations was a spiral downfall. My social circle was minimal. My friends were people who fall into these 2 groups. People-who-shared-the-same-class-as-me AND People-who-shared-same-cca-as-me. So, people who are not included in one of those, then, they are alien to me. And i don't even come for most of the trainings. :X

As you can see from the previous stanza, i may conclude that i'm not those popular kids around, towards the teachers and students. I'm not those popular jocks. Amazingly, i'm close and good with the principle, that Paranakan guy coz i were sent to him numerous times, for both good and bad reasons. I'm not at the cool table during recess, performing on teachers day, frequently receiving awards and prizes, etc. Okay, i did not contribute much towards the school, as the school did not contribute much to me. Vice versa. I've regretted for not making the best out of the school. It's kinda funny actually, i'm happy about it?

But i still think, the cool table is there when you are with your friends. Well, I have no regrets for the good friends that i have made. After school, it there's nothing on, we play soccer at the badminton court nearby. That's how we "appreciate" life.

I was not one of those model pupils who walked around helping teachers.(although i received The Kindest Pupil Award for 2 consequtive years! due to some bias votes hahahaha). I did not own a handphone till Pri 6. So, it's hard to contact me. I did not, EVER, watched movie after school, then. I watched with my family, only. Once, after school, my friend invited me to KFC with his other friends. I thought going out after school was a BIG SIN. As in, if you go out, you are considered a bad student. This is partly because of the principle. He stressed on not to go anywhere but home after school. He even made a "pact" with the KFC manager so that they'll inform him if they see any of his students around. Being in KFC, after school, was a weird feeling. Guilt was with me. The others was buying those combo hip meals, Upsized Zinger Meal with cheese fries, and i bought a pathetic small coke. What can you do with an allowance of $2 a day? although i thought that was more than enough. Well, the others was from a well off family living the high life while me, the guy who lives a humble life and a frequent at the ice-cream truck nearby.

My class was not that bonded as most of us change classes most of the years. Like me. i was from 3b,4e,5c,6d. now, u know what i mean? most of them have different clicks from other classes while me, i'm just that guy who sit at the corner being in his own world. something like that. i got the heck-care attitude coz im not into the identity crisis era. Now, in secondary school, class pride is everything. identity is everything. if you don't wear ankle socks, you are weird. ;)

Although i did't flunk most of my tests, i was not that guy who can make it. I didn't came from the top classes. My class was the average. Man, i pity my form teacher. She was trying so, desperately hard to motivate me. Although i sense that, i still couldn't change. I am my habit. It's almost impossible to change. She thought me for every subject excluding malay. Thats how much attention i had received. Well, by the end of the pri school days, i slowly changed and made her proud. Her words during the release of the PSLE results are still lingering in my mind, "I'm proud of you." Okay, tears were clogging my eyebags, tears of joy that is. I was relieved that i made her happy, for once, ever, after the harsh year. She was the only one teacher who believed in me. Man, i sound like those inspirational people giving a speech. AAHAHA Yea, it fills good to prove people wrong at times.

Talking about primary school days. The days during pri 1-3 were just nonsensical and dumb. The defination of "cool" is "a person who can come up with weird games and be good at it." lol, seriously. There's this Indian guy who was from my class. He was popular, not only because he was smart, but also because he came up with weird games during recess. Me and my friends, Brian, Gary and the rest whom I've forgotten (SORRY), was not into this sort of games. We are considered the losers, cowards and not-mature click. If theres some P.E activity and we were supposed to form groups, definitely, with no failure, the same "cool" guys form a team. It was funny u see. Those people followed this guy blindly. He was the sensei.

Okay these are some of his "cool" games: Treasure hunt and Some-throwing-the-thing game. He was inspired to start this treasure hunt game after the teacher talked about dinosaurs or what. He told his group this, "During recess, we will search the school grounds for dinosaur bones." okay, at least i was mature enough not to join him. And amazingly, they searched for it. They analyse the grass, tree barks, and even the cement walls carefully like those people you see in Discovery Channel to find evidence. LOL. it was fun looking at them while i'm enjoying my Nasi Lemak. and guess what? they found somethings! it was a fish bone and a marble. For goodness sake, it was a freaking fishbone and they thought it was a dinasaur bone. Even a 3 year old can conclude that. The marble was related by that guy that the dinasours might have played with it. Everyone believed as they were naive. What he said was law. I was the only few denying him, although i gave the "believe" face coz if u don't follow him, then, u are weird, my friend. It's dumb i know.

Moving on, the Some-throwing-the-ball-game(S2TB) was okay, for a dumb game. Its a sporty game and i was suppose to be good at it. We are suppose to throw this thing which flown weirdly in the air to the other group. Obviously, i was sent to the loser group. I'm still wondering why did join his game. hmmm. Anyways, we played. Suddenly, me and Aloysius fell and mud was all over us, like all losers do. It was his throw, so his team mates was hailing him. In those days, humiliation equals to power. If you are able to embarass people, you are oh so powerful. Not like in secondary school, they didn't offer a helping hand, but they were laughing all the way. Yea, we were embarassed but we didn't really care coz we know that there's more mature people out there. We can't blame them, they were only pri 2. lol.


OKAY OKAY. Back to being a mat. Yea, i was told, in disbelieve, that i had changed to a mat. If your definition of mat is people who wear tapered pants, caps, high vintage bags and talk with those matish-malayish slangs, then, maybe, i'm not. If your defination of a mat is Malays who hang out with a group of Malays, at voidecks, slack around, then, maybe i'm a mat. But i do hang out with a variety of people larh. I'm considered a mat when i'm hanging around with them. So, its only a first hand view. If your defination of mat is Malays who play soccer and the guitar, then i'm a mat. Well, i mixed with a wholesome of Malays during the pri school days. Now, in secondary school, theres a limited number of Malays to mix with. You will only realise things when they are gone right. Okay, I started appreciating and being proud to be a Malay, being all Mat-ish.

Oh well, my point is I have later comes to term that even though I don’t know how to play soccer, or strum the guitar and make love songs like our Malaysians counterpart, I was still definitely a Mat. A different kinda Mat but still a Mat. Mat is not a derogatory word and I had a few occasions on some racist shouting,”You are a Mat.” He was expecting me to get a heart attack or be bent out of shape but I thank him for stating the obvious. (grabbed some points from the Evil Bunny arhhh...)

it's not wrong being one. :D