ok peeps, since it is starting to go to back to school season, a boy has a confession to make.............he never like to go to school when he was young...............trust me................ it all started during his kindergarten years........... he was always the manja one out of the rest............. for the 2 years that i went @ St. Ronan Kindergarden, the first day of school, without a shame that person will have this one loud sound that could be heard from one corner of the kindergarden to the other................ the sound would be............uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!..................... and it will go one for hours accompany with stamping legs, sepet eyes with water coming out and also an open mouth that u can see the tongue and the voice thingy that dangles at the back of ur mouth that comes with it...................
so, feeling embarassed, the mother and dad says that they would take the child home..........so the teacher and the boy thinks..........the parents would then bring the kid around the titiwangsa park and gave one good lecture i tell ya............the lecture that is so cruel that the kid couldn't take the torture to the ears no more that he decided to go to school...........hmmmmmmmmmm, i wonder what happen to the kid?????
few years later, or 2 years after to be exact, the kid enters another schooling era which is known as primary years........... so the kid went to sekolah taman melawati 1, which is in KL...........so the kid went for schooling there for 3 years.......... interestingly, that short 3 years, the kid had also made incidents there................ imagine this, it was a nice day for school in the class of 1 cempaka, the teacher was teaching, the class was listening and also education was entering into their organ which is known as a brain by others.................and out of sudden, the most stinkiest and also awful smell that was fuming across the room........at that time, the whole class was digesting the smell instead of the education............... the kid had made number 2's in his pants..............and all the kids that was sitting near the kid, was running away to the other side of the classroom.............the school had to call the grandparents of the kid since the parents of the kid was at work.............. and the kid didn't only did it once.................... as they say, history repeats itself............ few months later, the same incident occured..........aiyoooooooooooooooooooooo...................... and once again the kid's grandparents had to come and pick the kid up.................. the granny was so fed up that she said "takder kerja lain ke aku ni, asyik asyik amik mamat yang suka buat project dalam seluar ( u think i dun have other things to do is it? always come here and to clean ur sh*t up?)".................huhuhuhu........................
and the kid flew off to aussie to follow the family as mum had to work there...............and the kid had to learn something that he doesn't wanna learn.............that was swimming.................huhuhu........it is not the learning part that was bothering the kid, rather, it is the journey to the swimming pool which is like 3-4 kms away...............the tiring of going up the hill and also walking back..............coming back from the class every friday evening, really take out the kid as he always hit the sack when he reaches home...............sigh..............
later, the kid came back to his homeland and it was high school years............... i guess, the kid didn't have much probs at high school years as the life of high school is to enjoy rite.....hehehehe...................
hmmmmmmmm, i wonder what happen to the kid????.............hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh ya, the kid is me................hahahahahahahaha
so, feeling embarassed, the mother and dad says that they would take the child home..........so the teacher and the boy thinks..........the parents would then bring the kid around the titiwangsa park and gave one good lecture i tell ya............the lecture that is so cruel that the kid couldn't take the torture to the ears no more that he decided to go to school...........hmmmmmmmmmm, i wonder what happen to the kid?????
few years later, or 2 years after to be exact, the kid enters another schooling era which is known as primary years........... so the kid went to sekolah taman melawati 1, which is in KL...........so the kid went for schooling there for 3 years.......... interestingly, that short 3 years, the kid had also made incidents there................ imagine this, it was a nice day for school in the class of 1 cempaka, the teacher was teaching, the class was listening and also education was entering into their organ which is known as a brain by others.................and out of sudden, the most stinkiest and also awful smell that was fuming across the room........at that time, the whole class was digesting the smell instead of the education............... the kid had made number 2's in his pants..............and all the kids that was sitting near the kid, was running away to the other side of the classroom.............the school had to call the grandparents of the kid since the parents of the kid was at work.............. and the kid didn't only did it once.................... as they say, history repeats itself............ few months later, the same incident occured..........aiyoooooooooooooooooooooo...................... and once again the kid's grandparents had to come and pick the kid up.................. the granny was so fed up that she said "takder kerja lain ke aku ni, asyik asyik amik mamat yang suka buat project dalam seluar ( u think i dun have other things to do is it? always come here and to clean ur sh*t up?)".................huhuhuhu........................
and the kid flew off to aussie to follow the family as mum had to work there...............and the kid had to learn something that he doesn't wanna learn.............that was swimming.................huhuhu........it is not the learning part that was bothering the kid, rather, it is the journey to the swimming pool which is like 3-4 kms away...............the tiring of going up the hill and also walking back..............coming back from the class every friday evening, really take out the kid as he always hit the sack when he reaches home...............sigh..............
later, the kid came back to his homeland and it was high school years............... i guess, the kid didn't have much probs at high school years as the life of high school is to enjoy rite.....hehehehe...................
hmmmmmmmm, i wonder what happen to the kid????.............hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh ya, the kid is me................hahahahahahahaha
kindergarten (St.Ronan)
melawati primary one
randwick public (next to open high school)
High School (St. John Institution)
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