As usual, I walked to school with Clara. Then Zul was behind so I halted him to head for class and placed our CCA stuff there. Brilliantly, some guys called it a scandal. Let me define scandal: an event in which someone, especially someone important, behaves in a bad way that shocks people, quoted from Longman Online dictionary.
After morning assembly, I was stopped by Cheryl and she told me that Mr Shafie wants to see me. Ridiculous enough, I thought it was because of my socks. But sadly, Cheryl told me it was my hair, red. I was stunned, I mean, why catch me now? Not like I dyed over the Chinese New Year holidays. I went to see him and he asked me to clip up my hair, then he told Ms Chua. She didn't send me home. But I was required to colour it black by tomorrow! Black!!!
I used time, especially when I am in the sun, to admire my hair one last time. Hysterical.
In the afternoon, I was still moaning.
After lunch break, Alex got uptight because Dennison was talking to Amanda. Cool. And not sure why, Irfan Hakim carried John on his shoulders. John can seriously topple over the railing, but he gripped it and managed to land properly, not on the ground floor. Haha. So dangerous, okay.
Rushed to change into our uniform. Alfred smells heavenly, after spraying some fizz on him. Forever eating regardless on the ground he stands. Had our Speech Day Rehearsal. Although I personally prefer Mr Razak to be the pillar of the parade, but I reluctantly reckon that Mr Azhar had everything nicely organised. The rehearsals and review clashes with so many of our NCC activities, namely camps. Such a pity. I rather go without overnight camps. Never took a fancy on them, except for day camps.
Time has past,
you broke into pieces.
Confused, I am.
Aches, I feel.
Sitting on the fence,
to probe you,
or let things by?
You stared with an emptiness,
and I swept my sight away.
Our shoulders brushed briefly,
like leaves whispering softly.
A mile apart, but your smell stays.
Yearning a glance of you,
but I never saw your shadow again.
After morning assembly, I was stopped by Cheryl and she told me that Mr Shafie wants to see me. Ridiculous enough, I thought it was because of my socks. But sadly, Cheryl told me it was my hair, red. I was stunned, I mean, why catch me now? Not like I dyed over the Chinese New Year holidays. I went to see him and he asked me to clip up my hair, then he told Ms Chua. She didn't send me home. But I was required to colour it black by tomorrow! Black!!!
I used time, especially when I am in the sun, to admire my hair one last time. Hysterical.
In the afternoon, I was still moaning.
After lunch break, Alex got uptight because Dennison was talking to Amanda. Cool. And not sure why, Irfan Hakim carried John on his shoulders. John can seriously topple over the railing, but he gripped it and managed to land properly, not on the ground floor. Haha. So dangerous, okay.
Rushed to change into our uniform. Alfred smells heavenly, after spraying some fizz on him. Forever eating regardless on the ground he stands. Had our Speech Day Rehearsal. Although I personally prefer Mr Razak to be the pillar of the parade, but I reluctantly reckon that Mr Azhar had everything nicely organised. The rehearsals and review clashes with so many of our NCC activities, namely camps. Such a pity. I rather go without overnight camps. Never took a fancy on them, except for day camps.
Time has past,
you broke into pieces.
Confused, I am.
Aches, I feel.
Sitting on the fence,
to probe you,
or let things by?
You stared with an emptiness,
and I swept my sight away.
Our shoulders brushed briefly,
like leaves whispering softly.
A mile apart, but your smell stays.
Yearning a glance of you,
but I never saw your shadow again.
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