Hello earthlings!
Yay me coz I've just finished my 1000-word essay for Ecotourism! But way before that I went to my sis' school, which happen to be my former primary school, with mom for Cambodia community trip briefing. It's always to kaypoh around since I've not been there since god knows when! Such a nostalgic moment, entering the gate I used to enter/exit for 6 years of my life and reminisce some childhood moments like 'chopping' seat in the canteen and how soyabean used to cost me only 20 cents per cup. Screw age! Prices always increase when I move on to another levelof institution.
Here's a good example:
Can of Milo:
Primary school: 90 cents
Secondary school: $1
Poly: $1.20
With age, comes more financial burden.Tsk-tsk. Anyways, enough ranting about moolahs. I went into the-used-to-be-choir-practice room (seminar room) to find some familiar faces. Yes yes, primary school teachers..AND MORE! Allow me to elaborate, while waiting for seminar to start, I see this man, very FAMILIAR man, with glossy fixed hair,sporty sandals and wearing adidas dry-fit shirt with a pair of trackpants!O emm geee! MR HAMDAN(poly lecturer)! I wasn't really listening to the talk. I was waiting for him to turn his head and find a surprise. He did eventually, and when he saw me, he shook his head. What a way to say hello. Mom was a little thrilled actually. You know,moms..when they see teachers/lecturers they get all excited like a celebrity just landed in front of them.
Oh well.
I feel my life's doomed. Im seeing lecturers everywhere. That means I have to be a goodkid for a very long time. *wings and halo suddenly emerge*
I'm still not enjoying my weekends. There's this hmph!Like a hmph! Ruining my weekends! hmph!
go figure!
toodles!
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