A New Day

A New Day

I wrote this in my head while i was on the train between the kampung baru and the dang wangi underground stations. by the way, i'm, early again. haha. the reason i purposely got here and immediately blogged is there's that feeling again.

i saw this girl in the lrt carrying a clear plastic file, you know the ones with clips on the sides and then you just swing the front/back open? sort of like a cheapo version of a leather briefcase. haha, but nevermind, you can't display pictures through a leather briefcase. hers was her class photo. i recognised it larh. you know, the guys with their white shirts and olive green trousers, the girls with their white tops and sky blue skirts. and i thought about my schooling times.

and i'm not ashamed to admit that i really miss those times. i mean, remember school? you would drag yourself out of bed against your better judgement to haul your ass to school. but for me the day would get a little better, no matter how shitty you feel. 'coz there'll be people you meet in school who would just stop by to talk crap, lectures to skip, computer labs to crash...

in SJI there were people like ngeezheng, teikzhen and teckleong as classmates. i tell you, you put us together means non-stop laughing and then the teachers would seriously consider taking that early retirement package that they haven't given a moment's thought a few weeks ago. there would be our malay class, and all in one, there would be a great bug ruckus. the indons yammering away, the malaysians just making noise.

in CJC there were always people to kacau, like engtze, jeremy, eric, shaun teh, wanxin, denise etc... and the best thing is the hostel life is like meeting up with your buddies from noon til the wee hours of the morning.

in VJ there would be the trouble gang. qadir, shiyuan, engtze, nuraini, fairuz, faisal and salman. skip lecture means skip together, (of coz aini is missing half the time larh) makan then got sit together, crack jokes and all. there were the choir people, the hostel people. the whole lot of them.

there would be a wonderful girl i could message at all times to just say 'hi' or to just disturb. to share.

but coming in to work is another different thing. although there are people like dimple (yes that's her real name), jonathan, dinesh, terence, and others in telemarketting, and my aunt, my seniors koh and khoo... it's just not the same. you can come to work with a cloud pouring sleet and cracking thunder over your head and leave exactly the same way. if you're lucky.

work is serious. you make your living on what you do. you can't afford to be nice-nice and smile all the time. if you want to you actually could, but you would be crazy to be nice to your computer.

can't wait for uni.