~high school~

The air was cool and crisp, the faltering shadows of a tall, young, lean lady trotted as she mumbled softly to herself. KRIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!! The ringing bell exploded the subdued silence of the morning. Echos of humans rushing out of the door fileed the air. My eyes darted at each corner of the class, only to find my peers nowhere to be in sight.

Sigh. Welcome to high school life. Something I would miss truly, madly and deeply in less than 5 months time. My crazy friends that love to play silly tricks on teachers, my ever-dedicated teachers who would whine and sigh everytime they had to enter our class that reads 5 SC 1 batch 2008 ( as they need to battle with crazy students that love to debate over small minute matters plus our supposedly 'faltering' ego)... But again, it is way to soon for me and us, to bid goodbye to our school field 'padang' where we always believed that grass is always greener on the other side( which sometimes ain't that accurate)... yet, it is a bitter pill we need to swallow,very soon, way too soon.

Yes,it is a cycle that evolves, something that we can't run away from, not today, tomorrow, or forever. But, think about the candies and lollipops we used to share, vows we used to make.... oh my god, it really was truly lip-smacking, all of them. Then again, POOF! it vanishes into thin air...
as it unfolds a completely new era of life. But still, I reluctantly nodded my head, as my little heart screamed I DON'T WANNA GROW UP!!!

Very soon, it would be time for reunion, where we meet and say, 'Eh, who is this ah, the one sit beside Lekha one... the hair short short one... the one like to 'syok sendiri' take picture... oh, Vivian, ah..... oooohhhhh' . then, we start to ponder at how time flies. Then, there will be the other guy who squeaks' eh, who is this ah? The name start with K... Ka...ka...ka, wat ah???'
'Oh, ya, Karthiyani, right?' hmmph... 'U Diane ah???' 'Wah...' 'Eh, Sarah a... u married to the angh moh( mat salleh) or to the OVy???' and so on... the oohs and ahhs... (which symbolically means how matured or old we may be)...

Images of my friends with whitish grayish hair replayed in my head, as I chuckled cheekily along typing on my keyboard. I might have to grow up, enter university, and get well settled... but, one thing is definitely for sure... sweet memories will turn sweeter if we are drifted furhter apart-and that is what that will bring us closer, by heart.