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LUB LUB LUB

time flies.

one more day.

***

did a training workshop for a secondary school. it's part of their post-exam activities. we went and did some behaviorial profiling for them.

the moment i stepped into the school. i was shocked. it looked like my pri school. the layout was exactly the same. exactly. exactly the same. brings back the memories of hopscotch and zero-point. were all 1980's school constructed by the same blue print or sth ?

the students were bengs and lians. somehow, i can connect with them. inattentive, rowdy, fidgety, and a talent for vulgarities. the girls stick to themselves, and the guys are together. separated by gender. but, they show interest for the opposite gender by consistent teasing, throwing of pens are each other to get attention.

there's this boy, chao ah beng in the making. his shorts were so low, i bet it will drop if he jumps. really. so damn low. low until half butt exposed. lol. he damn chao beng. kowtow. sounds like one character from my very sec 2 class. =) acting cool and suave. it worked on the girls. heh heh

there is this "kiam cai" boy. he folds his papers into small squares. it looks like kiam cai.

"hey, why u fold the paper until like that?"
*blurs* "huhhhh... you ask me to keep the paper rite?"
-.-"

he is also super kan jong. and fidgety. he will keep asking what each paper is for. and he will fold it into small squares. haha.. he got this stressed blur look on him.

the girls. haha. got this ah lian group. trying to get attention from the boys. they were playing truth and dare and their dare was to go to the ah beng group and say sth, or slap them. standing beside them, i was like... " no no... cannot.. dont play violent.. sit down.. no no. what you doing? sit down. sit. you slap him, he will slap you back. no sit down. ok fine. go slap. dont care liao. go lah. go. i tell teacher."

"hoy. i saw that. y u throw things at him? I SAY DONT THROW ALRDY !!!!"
"CHER ! she throw at me first!"
"I SAY DONT THROW ALRDY! ok. u dont throw. i ask them not to throw"
"wey, u girls dont throw ok?"
"CHER ! the guys throw at us first !"
=.=

tmd. want to kill each other rite? i buy knives. grrr.. bite you then you know.

Overall, it's nice to see the kids. oh oh !! i heard there's a ah lian fight at break. dammit. i missed it. sigh. i heard, punches and all. plus, 10 ppl on each side. HOO HA ! missed it.

yah. overall it is nice to see the kids. cuz it kinda made me realised i was like them once. once upon a time.

when i thought the world is in my hands; good guys dont die, and bad guys always get killed. it was a time when the world is still pretty. it is deadfully wrong to be seen talking to a guy cuz they got virus. a guy whom you talk more than 5 sentences to is your rumored boyfriend.

ahh.. the good times.


oh oh.. there's this malay boy.

"cher. give you back ur paper"
it's heart-shaped.
0.0
"FOR ME ?! HEART SHAPED LEH !"
"huh. alamak. give u paper back only LARH."
"wa lau. chey. i thot u gimme heart. pui."
"cher. you... win..."

lol.

la la la
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