I will be taking a break from the KL post for a while and gonna post on my visit back to my school today XD. I have a one week raya holiday and many will be wondering if i am stucked in jam for 8 hours while coming to Ipoh. By the way, why can't chinese apeks learn to use come instead of cum all the time ? Anyway back to the topic. No i didn't get stuck in traffic jam. Why you asked ? cause i am smart. I skipped classes, drove back at 5am and took the old road. See how smart I am ? mwahaha.
Anyway here i am back at Stupid Monkey Institution, I have always missed my school and my glorious days at SMI. I remember how my friends poor a basin of water from the bio lab on the 2nd floor. I remember how we hid the teacher's projector remote for 2 hours so that she can't teach since she is a uber computer noob(her teaching is fatal. never mind her extraordinarily boring lectures. students drop dead stone cold on the table just by looking at her face.) . Those were the times we care little and enjoy our life to the fullest. It's sad that nowadays friendship isn't valued as they used to be and is often taken for granted. We lose more friends than we can gain at times, and this is a very hard truth to accept. But at the same time, friends might come and leave, but the footprints they leave in your heart will always remain. :D And before this gets more depressing and me sounding like an old man dying of cancer, let's carry on :D.
Tears began to accumulate in my eyes as I gaze in awe of the conteng on the dinding. The practice of brotherly love is still practice here. United we stand, united we fall. Ain't it lovely ? It's hard to find friendship so true. After 2 years of absence from my school, i come back and find conteng of artistic value and friendship. And as i continue down the path...another conteng appeared.
Ah freedom of speech...who doesn't like freedom? It's good to see that the present students are practising their freedom of speech well. Peter Kiew is our disciplinary teacher, while i have no hatred towards him (mostly because he read my essay in front of the class as an example for writing good essays. seriously it's true.) most students hate him. And look see how it beautifully rimes, Peter Khiew BabiQ. Isn't it beautiful ?
And there finally after walking down the now artistic memory lane, I saw my orchestra. I missed my lao poh. I yearn for her touch and her slim figure....no it's not a human female girl i am referring to. It's my cello. Geez what are you all thinking ? For those who don't know what a cello is...here is a picture of a cello.
Let me introduced my wifey to you. She is a very beautiful and slim as you can see from the picture above. I have been using her since day one of orchestra and even to the concert. I love her a lot. But one day something bad happened to her, no not cancer...and no she didn't get run down by a car. She was stepped by a Chinese junior of mine ( i was the head for the bass section and an auditor then). Literally stepped on...not stabbed. See picture below for information.
