remember when we were kids.... go to school (sek. kebangsaan) and maybe some of us went to se. agama... haaaa... those times.. still fresh im my memory even i forgot most of my childhood friends... waking up at 5.30 early morning... bath.. wearing that white school uniform with the dark blue trousers... and walk to the bus stop waiting for "abg.bob" the bus driver.. the big dark skin bus driver with grease under the nail.. and honking with the typical rhythm in the sense of rushing u in... then when we arrive at school... the assembly... every day assembly.. wats with that.. every day lining up and straighten up with the hands on the shoulder and the class monitor shouting "angkat... jatuh... angkat... jatuh.." over and over again...then when the assembly ends.. its the moment of truth... heart beating faster for those who had a long hair and long nails.. but look on the bright side.. the teachers are going to give a free hair cut and also nail job ( thats wat i call it)... the difference is only no barbers chair.... no shops.. and only alfresco with all people staring at you and the most embarrassing moment when the girls are watching with all the giggles and whispering..when school starts the lesson will be boring... "selamat sejahtera cikgu".. then comes recess.. now the real lesson starts... all the running on the corridor to the canteen.. with the kejar-kejar and the polis sentri... huuu... must be a one heck of a recess..than after school.. waiting for the bus to arrive.. there would be a small stall out side of the school compound selling all the junk food like super ring, tora, ding-dang, roller-coaster.. and that thing.. the one that capture most of kids attention.. keropok tikam... we call it that because when u bought it.. its like participating in a lucky draw.. u can choose which one to pick and opens it.. there will be a card tells u that u won something or just 'THANK YOU".
i bought that once.. i mean twice.. ok2.. so many times.. well i wanted to win that toy car with that small plastic robot with it..but heres the catch.. out of those 40 pack.. there is only 3 winners.. so me and my friends keep on buying and none of us got the prize...until there is no money left.. and we felt so disappointed..instead of wat happen.. annoyingly theres only 3 packet left and this some kid came out of nowhere bought all three of it and eventually he won all the prizes..(damn that kid).. thats when i told myself to stop buying that crap... instead, i bought Apollo layer cake... and i love it.. then the bus came..we get on the bus and take our seats.. there is hierarchy in the seats where the seat next to the driver is the most popular place... its like the kings throne and the second popular place is the entrance of the bus door..its like the knights place where there will be person who guarding the door to protect others from falling off the bus.. (what a noble thing to do... stupid and dangerous) who ever stands there as the door keeper will find them selves cool and macho around the girls.. well.. its dangerous.. girls like boys with an attitude...hehehe... i once stood there as the door keeper.. i mean twice.. ok2 more then once.. (happy?).. its my favorite spot back then.. ok.. so then we soon arrive to our own house one by one...entering the door and you cam smell mom's special chicken curry with the fried kangkong belacan with fried bull eye egg..(telo mata kerbau laaa) huuu... im starving right now.. huhuhu..then my mom serve me with love and care... (i miss her).. and we had lunch.. then mom gets in the car and off to work... haaaaaaaa.. thats all about it.. the school times in my childhood memories... dont let your childhood memories fly away coz when u become a parent.. this will be your story to tell your kids about your experience in childhood...
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