This is my story...

Monday, January 30, 2006

I miss the times where I could walk through the park and under the apartment blocks, taking a 20min walk where normal lifeforms would take 10, heading towards school, entering it with a lethargic sensation, thinking that it would be a really really bad day ahead.

I miss the times where I sat in class, eating and snoring away while the lessons were going, at the front desk there used to be a water bottle and a stack of assignment and reference notes left by the tutor while she was teaching, pointing people up to solve mysterious and difficult questions on the whiteboad. Then she caught me when I was sleeping, I had no choice but to get up and continued my life.

I miss the times where I sat in the lecture hall, chatting with my friends from other class all day long, subjects which were irrelevant to that was going on. Then I would walk out of the hall without permission, seeked grace from the toilet, loitered around the canteen hunting for food, then headed back to the hall realising everyone was packing their bags for the next lesson.

I miss the times where during free periods, I changed to my PE attire with my beloved racket, headed down to the all for a badminton session with my friends. Time flew fast during that period, nevertheless we did not care about anything but just to enjoy our game. Then PE lessons came by, we walked around the track for a few rounds, praying that we would not get caught, the resume our shuttlecock game.

I miss the times where during free periods, I immediately thought of a comfortable resting place of paradise: the library. I would sleep through the periods, or chatting with my friends loudly, overturning the whole place and almost got banned for it. Then when it comes to serious work, I went around disturbing and taking away their stationery, running around like it was my playground.

I miss the times where during examinations, the stressed faces I see around me, the anxiety amoung the students while I felt so calm. The library was packed, quieter than ever, people endulging their rest of the day into worthless scams of Math and Science, in the end all they battled against was just a stack of A4 paper with several writings and notions negligible to most of us, and at the end of the examination we prayed hard to scrap through the entire system of death.

I miss the times where I could play the whole afternoon after school, for every activity group it would be, it would be badminton. Ironically I played other sports during training. Then we were called back and got exposed. And I got a severe scolding because the leader took the heaviest responsilibity, and nevertheless we did everything again after that moment of lecture.

I miss the times where I could sing and play the guitar at almost everywhere of the school, and the most memorable times were the times we formed a band for a contest, and emerged as champions. I was the rhythmic guitarist, the back singer, and we did really well, I was so proud of it. And the small group which went into the audtion half a hour after picking up a song, forming the singers and strummers, and got into the finals. Although my focus was on the band and not the group, I felt a great sense of achievement, with the song "Year 3000". Then we took a photo with Dennis Keller, and we wanted to jam more than ever before, the next time I would be on the drums...

I missed the times where on the very one and only night the whole school was really glamarious, my class was dressed in a formal fashion way which I could not recognise anyone of them. And my date was the perfect lady I could have ever wanted, and the times we spent through the night was the most commemorating one, the things which we done as I felt as a truely couple, after a long time of struggle and fights. And the prom game was fun, the photo taking was indeed the nicest thing ever, the food just taste a little funny, and no one danced on the dance floor. I wanted to with my eloquent lady, but we had better things to do...

If there is one wish I could ever wish for now, I wish to be seventeen again, and remain there as it is, the class, the school, the ambience, the activities we do, the things with watch and play, the rumbles and scrumbles we gave the teachers, the skipping of classes we had done. I miss the times..

I miss the times.. I miss the days when I was seventeen again...

Rambled by kaSh at 3:04 am