right after morning assembly, my home tutor told me that mr syafie's looking for me. and the day hadn't even started but i'd already gotten suspended from class. again.
mrs woo came along and she said i have got talent (talking about my cheering comp vid) even though still a bit amateur, but got a little hint of professionalism. heh.
ms adimah came and was telling me about writing diaries, you can write all the negative things in it but at the end of the day you still have to say something positive about it. she was in the midst of giving me an example when she realised she was late for her next class. which was our english class.
mr syafie called me from afar, and told me to sit. i was like, uhm aren't you supposed to be in english now? and he's like, sarcastically, YES. and i'm like, uhm.
had a long chat, with mrs sherri coming along the way and joining, and there we were, talking and talking about life. i'd cried at one point, but the reason shall be a secret.
and some funny parts too, when they sang the song, and mr syafie's "three hours 60 minutes", mrs sherri was like, "4 hours lah bodoh, where got 3 hours 60 minutes!"
it's damn touching, and at one point they said: "6 more months and we'll be out of your lives." somehow, that really saddens me. all these years, i've always been getting myself into trouble with them over my hair and stubbornness to clip it up.
hm. i think i have different views about school now.
so anyway, i'd bumped into some stuff i had written two years ago. i really wrote a lot of songs for The Boy even then. the memories.
kay, i shall go write in my own diary about some other stuff now.
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