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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock

Wednesday, August 18, 2004
+ Been there. Done that.

Its been 4 yrs now since secondary school life ended, and i can't help but reminisce on how much i've missed the slow bus rides to school, sneaking in after the first period, failing my Biology papers, checking out Ah Pek's in their speedo-like shorts in the morning and attending PE lessons without my proper attire. I miss detention. I miss sleeping to the school song. I miss falling off the balance beam during my gymnastics practices. I miss staring at the white board. I miss pissing off the Prefects'. I miss the aroma of the 3rd floor's Girls toilet, pretending to be smart during English classes. I miss choking to the canteen food. I miss the drink stall uncle. I miss the dusty science lab with its wobbly wooden stools. I miss falling into the longkang. I miss poking pencil lead into my palm out of boredom. I miss leaving my drools on my vandalized table. I miss the horrid-looking teachers. I miss getting scolded by the DM for no reason. I miss the 2.4km runs. I miss tripping on my white shoelaces. Lastly, i miss being under 16!! (*sighs..)