Thursday, August 24, 2006

If it makes me happy....

I wish I can turn back time.

I wish!

I wanna go back to secondary life!
Minus the exams and the dreaded 'o's of coz.

I wan to be able to run...

from my bio supp class. From the teacher, Ms Leong, the old spinster, who spits fire and sreamed "Stupid girls!" and "Go to hell!" like nobody's business. And suddenly became as sweet as my mom's dadeh when it was nearing Teachers' Day. And then went back to "You stupid girls!" and whatnots after that. How plastic.

from Mass Run on thursday. So instead of running from the parade sq to outside school, Hasibah and I made a detour up the staircase to the third level of the building and hid under the study tables and pushed in the chairs. We curled ourselves under and hibernated for about 15 minutes, and then quickly made it to class with the rest. We looked like we'd run for a mile alrite. Sweat trickling from the forehead. Becoz of the heat under the tables. Lucky never die of suffocation thr. If not, wat a malu-ating death.

down the Rotunda with my paint brush in my mouth, freshly painted drawing and pallette in my right hand, cup of dirty water on my left, unzipped bag on my back and with a few others who sports the same do. To Art class of coz. It's a ritual every week. The onli diff every wk is the things I carry. Sometimes it's wet glue, bits and pieces of paper, scissors etc.

to the library after school. Hold that thought. I'm no bookworm. In fact I stay as far away as I can from those perfectly binded schmazzies. I go for the comps. To chat! IRC, Alamak, Yahoo, you name it, I've chat it. Good news came when they built the Internet Cafe in the canteen. But that one, security a bit tighter. No privacy. No good. So seldom go thr.

to the canteen for recess. Need I say more? I see it happenin in primary schools, it doesn't change when in single sex schools. Co-ed, a bit pai seh. Got boys mah.. Sekali fall down how?

after boys... Nah... this is the one thing that didn't happen. We had pride. And dignity. But we do look around. Cuci mata. Mat palang ade, mat bus stop, mat koboi, lalat, usher, dan lain2 lagi.

Sigh...

Those were the days...

I wish I can go through it again.

This is for you girls.

Till we meet again...

Pooped @ 4:28 PM