excerpt from adel's

den i remember the days when kaiyong would buy murtabak and prata and i would bring 1kg of iced longan to class and we would all hide near the good ol' rusty class cupboard pigging away and playing asshole daidee.....and of our fun filled recesses taunting zurong at A block from 4k and mousing away on lo mai gai and fan choy and siew mai and $2 worth of meegoreng everyone share.....or hiding in the CO room blow aircon during our self declared "free periods"..and mrs vora would so often ask "4k? have u all even finished ur first paragraph of ur essay?" and we would all bu4 yue1 er2 tong2 moan "nOoOoOoO..."

memories of how mr goh would threaten to write parents letter if we still refused to hand in our maths homework...and the day mrs phua walked in with her hair permed like maggi mee and told us it was all our fault for stressing her up....of me calling her a big atom (no thankz to von) and kaiyong throwing a pen cap at her.....

i think i remember being around when it all happened. how bizarre, the amount of sec4 memories begin with me walking through the back door of the K class. adel didn't mention that the $2 worth of meegoreng caused the handfootmouthdisease outbreak in 4k. precious memories made of such disastrous moments. i remember too, how i needed so much to find an old version of me. so thanks adel, for the refreshed memories, like capsules of the past. i might just find what i want to this month, considering the potentially-torturous lunchdate i committed myself to. come sunday, i'll ascertain whether or not some things are gone forever.