I started to miss my secondary school life already. I miss singing the national anthem, I miss saying the pledge, I miss sleeping during the reading period, I miss running 2.4km, I miss sports games during PE, I miss Napfa Test, I miss dance room, I miss my favourite teachers, I miss standing behind the parade square when I'm late for school, I miss doing prefect duty, I miss teaching those bunch of Atlas mass dancers, I miss conducting the cheers for Atlas, I miss Cross Country, I miss Sports Day, I miss school dance competitions, I miss Danceworks, I miss going Genting with Nutzcrew, I miss camps, I miss sitting between Shaa and Ross in class, I miss assembly, I miss cooking during Home Economics, I miss exhibitions, I miss Gunung Datuk, I miss 1A1' 05, I miss 2A1' 06, I miss 3E2' 07, and lastly, I miss 4E2' 08.
I got no life for now. I've been rotting at home almost everyday doing nothing. So pardon me people. My post will not be interesting at all during weekdays. So if you don't wish to read, by all means, just click the red button above on your right hand side. Thank you. :D
I miss Muhd Az-Dzaahiir Bin Mohd Daud. :(
TWENTY-ONE
09 june, 1992
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