Can I have a green leaf please?
0830 class today.
By the time I realized that my alarm was ringing, the clock strucked 9.
Fug.
My alarm was set at 0700.
Without my J to force me up, my morning is totally screwed.
Speaking of which, I kind of miss little J.
*pink*
Back then when I was in primary school, I don't have an alarm clock.
My mummy will come into my room to wake me up for school.
And quite often, she'll come into my room and said...
Oh shit. Its 0830 already! [Class starts at 0730. I think.]
Little Sarah says: Woot.
And continue with her sleep.
Life's great during kid's time right?
Okay. That was the first half of primary school.
During the second half, I can't afford to be late. Because I'm a prefect.
Prefects are supposed to jot down the names of late comers and not the other way round.
So the absent days went up.
I woke up late. And I can't be late.
So how?
No need to go laaa, dope.
When I was in lower sec, the same cycle occured.
Late again.
Sometimes traffic jam, okay.
The consequence is ugly this time.
Late comers not only got their names jotted down, but also need to pay 10 cents to buy a plastic bag.
Pick up rubbish till you fill up that stupide bag.
Screw that rule.
There's not much rubbish around in the first place.
So all the late comers will go and snatched up huge LEAVES.
Sometimes I'll just wait for the others to run and seek for all the big big leaves and put them into their bags first.
Then what am I left with?
Nothing lor.
After they happily go and show their bags of leaves to the person-in-charge, they will then proceed to the huge rubbish bin to throw away their bags of leaves.
Now it's the time to act.
Pick a nice girl.
And before she threw it away, her plastic became mine.
Heh.
I wonder who set that idiocrasy rule.
He must be freakin' stupide to not know how to differentiate between rubbish and a leaf.
Leaves ain't rubbish okay.
There are a lot of other ways to punish late comers.
A simple and realistic cum materialistic way would be a monetary penalty.
And use the monies to hire a gardener to clear the leaves.
Upper sec.
I don't quite remember whether that dumbass rule is still around or not.
But nevermind.
Because I'm not going to be late anymore.
If I got up late, then continue on the bed.
Boo boo ne ne.
Until I received a warning with regards to my form teacher wanting to yumcha with my parents.
Great.
During the final step with the **tut** Malaysian Education System, no more rubbish pickup.
But they locked the door. Even when I'm late for one minute.
Where to park my car?!
Sigh.
Sometimes I just drove back home if I can't find any space outside the school.
From today onwards, I'm going to turn over a new leaf.
Blek.
Can I have a green leaf please?
S'il Vous Plaît?
By the time I realized that my alarm was ringing, the clock strucked 9.
Fug.
My alarm was set at 0700.
Without my J to force me up, my morning is totally screwed.
Speaking of which, I kind of miss little J.
*pink*
Back then when I was in primary school, I don't have an alarm clock.
My mummy will come into my room to wake me up for school.
And quite often, she'll come into my room and said...
Oh shit. Its 0830 already! [Class starts at 0730. I think.]
Little Sarah says: Woot.
And continue with her sleep.
Life's great during kid's time right?
Okay. That was the first half of primary school.
During the second half, I can't afford to be late. Because I'm a prefect.
Prefects are supposed to jot down the names of late comers and not the other way round.
So the absent days went up.
I woke up late. And I can't be late.
So how?
No need to go laaa, dope.
When I was in lower sec, the same cycle occured.
Late again.
Sometimes traffic jam, okay.
The consequence is ugly this time.
Late comers not only got their names jotted down, but also need to pay 10 cents to buy a plastic bag.
Pick up rubbish till you fill up that stupide bag.
Screw that rule.
There's not much rubbish around in the first place.
So all the late comers will go and snatched up huge LEAVES.
Sometimes I'll just wait for the others to run and seek for all the big big leaves and put them into their bags first.
Then what am I left with?
Nothing lor.
After they happily go and show their bags of leaves to the person-in-charge, they will then proceed to the huge rubbish bin to throw away their bags of leaves.
Now it's the time to act.
Pick a nice girl.
And before she threw it away, her plastic became mine.
Heh.
I wonder who set that idiocrasy rule.
He must be freakin' stupide to not know how to differentiate between rubbish and a leaf.
Leaves ain't rubbish okay.
There are a lot of other ways to punish late comers.
A simple and realistic cum materialistic way would be a monetary penalty.
And use the monies to hire a gardener to clear the leaves.
Upper sec.
I don't quite remember whether that dumbass rule is still around or not.
But nevermind.
Because I'm not going to be late anymore.
If I got up late, then continue on the bed.
Boo boo ne ne.
Until I received a warning with regards to my form teacher wanting to yumcha with my parents.
Great.
During the final step with the **tut** Malaysian Education System, no more rubbish pickup.
But they locked the door. Even when I'm late for one minute.
Where to park my car?!
Sigh.
Sometimes I just drove back home if I can't find any space outside the school.
From today onwards, I'm going to turn over a new leaf.
Blek.
Can I have a green leaf please?
S'il Vous Plaît?
posted by sarah y at 8:52 PM
11 Comments:
Only miss little J ar?
Boo hoo hoo...
What about the big macho J wo?
It's a bit boring without lil J too disturb me.
Heh.
haha. i like this post of yours.
your mummy is really good lah.
no way would my parents let me skip school unless i'm really sick. my daddy said that my private school is wayyyyy too expensive for me to even skip one day. bleh.
you're beyond help, seriously!
Yea my mummy would just say "Lazy girl" then I can skip school already.
Heh.
But then mine's not private school.
Practically free to skip.
Mossie! Help! Help!
traffic jam?
ur school is like 2km away from ur house...
keke =p
Have to drop my bro first before me.
That's why traffic jam.
My girl is really a lazy pig.
She must be happily jumping now as nobody is around to control her.
*faint*
now she's a monkey...
muahaha....
Blardy hell. You laaa beruk!
This tiny loon miss me too muchie.
*blush*
I'm flying back to my darling tomorrow. *jumping happily*
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