The Canteen

You probably realize the blogging pattern by now, sudden emergence of a few rhapsodic posts in a roll and poof back into no man's valley. Well actually if you realize what I've just said, ya I don't have a blogging pattern wtf.

As cool as I want to be (to have blogging patterns wtf), I just post out whatever shit that comes into my mind and weird enough inspiration for me comes in waves. When theres no shit, then theres simply no shit, except that I do still take a shit every morning in real life (true story wtf). Oh and I fucking hate morning dumps but not as much as I hate mornings..(cue for start of inspirational story)

Where were we! Oh yeah mornings pfffffft wtf. So I had this job as a trainer in one of the sec skools and big fucking surprise it happens in the morning. Oh and I don't think any of you are gonna believe what imma say next but I reach the skool 15 minutes early and it was 745AM. Holy cranberries and guess what the flying fuck happened? The class was delayed by an assembly and eventually we found out the lesson only starts at 820. Story of my life..

As I was busy reciting FMLs in my head and thinking of what bombastic words to use for this future blog post of mine, something caught my sight and I went totally blank. It was nothing of great significance, but right at that time, that place, that very moment, everything was... significant. A bunch of sec school punks were gathered together at one of the tables, most of them were probably exchanging conversations about their weekends and how brutal that it was monday again. The bell buzzed and an announcement to gather for assembly pronto was made. With a few heave of deep sighs, they got up from their table looked at each other, threw one another a weak smile and walked towards the parade square.

The moment frozed and I was back at the old school canteen at ssi. We were looking at our watches, dreading for time to pass as we were raving about how we are going to hutan bandar next week again. The bell strucks and as usual we blatantly ignored it hoping that time would stop just for us. We were always the last ones to leave the canteen. The haughty pengawas (Tee Loo X) would threatened us and jot down our names if we were still there. We pulled ourselves to the hall while the conversations we had and memories of prior happenings flashed through our heads over and over again. We looked at each other and at that very moment we knew everything is gonna be okay, we are gonna be okay because we had each other as friends.

I miss yall dear ol' friends. How are yall doing?