I miss my old school. I miss wearing that uniform. I miss walking that path home. I miss my classmates and their madness. I miss those times we visited the toilets like every period? Those times we refilled our water bottles like every 15 minutes because anyone who walk past the desk would just freely grab and drank it. Those times when the tissue representatives will bring a whole packet of packets of tissue and we used it up in one day and less (that's why I never had the habit of bringing tissues). I miss those times we sabo the representatives by kicking the used tissues to their desks and our teachers would force them to pick it all up instead. I miss the 50cents mee hoon which was a favourite in my class during our money saving plan(and my BF). I miss how the noodle store auntie will always scream at us for creating a din. I miss those times the whole class went down to the detention center, fanning ourselves and copying each other homework we're suppose to complete much earlier. I missed those times we slandered the teachers and then cried because they continue to love us till the end. Those times when teachers say they'll never give up on us. Those last two years in the school is really the best and I miss it all. But the first two years are pretty painful and thus definitely, this stupid school made my life hell and heaven. It brought out the worst and the best in me. It pulled me down, break me and strenghten me. It made me as I am now. It brought me where I am now. Truly I might not see what's the purpose during those lousy times, but now looking back, I'll say it's all worth it and I love it.

Labels: emo-ing, memories