Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Those Days

For some kind of weird reason, when I woke up this morning, I suddenly thought about Kevin and how he was my saviour when I was still in school.

Come to think of it, M was never my saviour. He was selfish!

Anyway, I was bullied when I was in school. No, when I was in St. Mary's. I hated my life in St. Mary's. No one knew the pain I had to endure when I was in St. Mary's... I was being slandered of being a lesbian. I was being sprinkled over with drinking water while in the class. My personal stuff was raided. I hated 85% of my life in St. Mary's. No doubt, we were immature. Most of the time, people enjoyed making stories out of me. Owh well.

I was a reject. My disadvantage was, having a sister teaching in the school. As much as I liked having my sister to teach in the school, it was no fun. Seriously. Anything that happen in the class, if the teachers knew, all fingers will be in my direction when I know nothing and when I didn't even tell my sister anything. The other thing is, my case with that stupid teacher also known as Bangau.

As far as I am concerned, the only good year I faced when I was in St. Mary's was forming the Sweater Girls, which was in 1999. As funny as it sounds, it was brief. I think life was great when I was with some of my juniors. People like Juliana. The basketball club people. I always had fun with them. Even when I was with the choir, I didn't really hang out with my year batch. I was often seen with my juniors. *sighs* Pathetic me.

The best memory in St. Mary's was... the choir competition year. Haha! We presented Sarawak in Penang. Back then, I was singing Soprano 1 (highest of voices) now, hear me croak. I only sing Soldier of Fortune now along with all those other rock songs but not as good as Ella! Haha!

Yet, the best school days will have to be when I entered St. Thomas'. Well, I felt like I was appreciated more when I went to St. Thomas'. I wasn't much of a reject. No. I WAS NOT A REJECT. I was appreciated. To think that I could tame the toughest boy in that school. The naughtiest of all students... Never will I forget what he told me, "If you've got a problem, let us know and we will settle for you"

I will never forget them. Even now, when some of them see me in town, they will always greet me. As a prefect, I was never bad to them. If they've brought something they are not supposed to bring, I'd leave a note on their table saying I took their stuff and I expect them to come and see me after school so I can return it to them.

I think I should get off now. Suddenly, my mood turned bad. I don't understand people nowadays.

I seriously hate being a patient person! >:(