Just now visited a high school good friend's blog...
Saw a blog post dated 2009 that lists all kind of memories she has for her 6 years high school life...
All the memories flash back in a sudden.
I have to admit that she's a really good writer, at least she was being totally open and frank.
The smell of the wooden chairs and desks...
The maths that I'm still unable to solve to date...
The peaceful art workshop...
The essay writing papers...
The all-year-round-messy desk of mine...
The stinky washrooms that were always running out of tissue papers...
The Rm 2.80 Hainan Chicken Rice with eggs from canteen...
The Yee Mee stallkeeper who always knew what I was going to order...
The friends who "shared" chemistry test answers together...
The ringing sound of the school bell...
The just for recycling school annual journals...
The tetanus vaccine injection session...
The annoying and high-faint-rate school assemblies...
The all time favourite TVB drama discussion...
The physic teacher who asked me not to sigh over my single-unit-score paper...
The all-year-standing-math class...
The lousy speakers in classrooms...
The special vintage-feel brown papers that issued to us by schools for requesting parent's consent, announcing school holidays, announcing replacement class, indicating the amount required for school fees...bla bla bla
The art teacher who loves Ultraman...and another one who treated me like her daugther...
The prank we played on the teachers...
The BM, Moral & Sejarah teacher's office in where I was most welcomed...
The stationery and book shop that I often went to to run errands for teachers and friends...
The smell of the chinese calligraphy paper and ink...
The piles of textbook on my desk...
The interclassroom textbook borrowing...
The cutlery that being used as sketching subjects...
A very special friend who accompanied me to walk up to the 5th or 6th floor of Kemahiran Hidup Building for the sake of "finding my ruler" oftenly though she knew it wasn't true...
The bread smuggling from canteen to classroom...
The only one who invited me to feel the rain together...
The msn title that said it all about my feeling...
and many many more...
All of sudden they come back to me, like I have never left Chong Hwa before...
