some things just don't change
Yesterday was Edwin's 21st and he invited a whole bunch of people from 4.9 over.
Thats my secondary school class.
God its been five years since we all graduated and went our seperate ways, but yesterday it seemed like nothing has changed at all. Once we started talking, everyone just got noisy as hell. The old days just came back man. Jokes about 0ther classmates and teachers, especially our beloved form Kenneth Seah and all the shit we used to do then. Whispering 'kenneth, kenneth' and then acting innocent to try and convince him there was a ghost following him around, building sculptures made of charis that reached all the way to the ceiling. And then there's Malcolm. One of the guys that made life in Sec3 and 4 so interesting. How he'd drag his fat ass around doind stupid dumbass things. Like trying all sorts of way to get Fiona Ho to raise her arms so we could laugh at her armpits, or calling lao shi a pornstar. And then there's the game we invented our selves, Cruciball, deriving its moniker from the fact that we used our Crucible books to play it. Essentially, we ran around trying to whack a scrunched up paper ball from one end of the class to the other with the books. Later on we upgraded to an aluminium ball.
The usual stuff was pulled again yesterday. Tau pok, throwing him in the swimming pool. Tau pok again. And again. And then giving him his present, with the panties as a surprise. Hope his parents don't go writing to the Straits Times or something. People who do that kinda thing simply have way too much time on their hands.
Anyway, if you read this, thanks a bunch Seng PHHHOOOOOOON! it was a blast
Thats my secondary school class.
God its been five years since we all graduated and went our seperate ways, but yesterday it seemed like nothing has changed at all. Once we started talking, everyone just got noisy as hell. The old days just came back man. Jokes about 0ther classmates and teachers, especially our beloved form Kenneth Seah and all the shit we used to do then. Whispering 'kenneth, kenneth' and then acting innocent to try and convince him there was a ghost following him around, building sculptures made of charis that reached all the way to the ceiling. And then there's Malcolm. One of the guys that made life in Sec3 and 4 so interesting. How he'd drag his fat ass around doind stupid dumbass things. Like trying all sorts of way to get Fiona Ho to raise her arms so we could laugh at her armpits, or calling lao shi a pornstar. And then there's the game we invented our selves, Cruciball, deriving its moniker from the fact that we used our Crucible books to play it. Essentially, we ran around trying to whack a scrunched up paper ball from one end of the class to the other with the books. Later on we upgraded to an aluminium ball.
The usual stuff was pulled again yesterday. Tau pok, throwing him in the swimming pool. Tau pok again. And again. And then giving him his present, with the panties as a surprise. Hope his parents don't go writing to the Straits Times or something. People who do that kinda thing simply have way too much time on their hands.
Anyway, if you read this, thanks a bunch Seng PHHHOOOOOOON! it was a blast
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