i miss being in secondary school.

i miss being greeted with vulgarities on the first day of school.

i miss having to clean up the malay classroom; with farhan acting all girly with the broom.

i miss being placed beside the only malay boy in class; & vomiting on his table.

i miss doing the romeo & juliet play.

i miss crying during home economics; cause the only malay boy in class bullied me.

i miss cikgu aljunied farting in class.

i miss reading animal farm for literature.

i miss having a pager.

i miss getting my first gold for 2.4km run in sec 2; cause i had such a terrible stomach cramp, & wanted to finish the run asap as so that i could get to the loo asap too. :P

i miss having my form teacher calling my dad to inform him that i dated a boy from a normal academic stream.

i miss donning the npcc uniform.

i miss going ga-ga looking at mr zurk.

i miss ditching national anthem, & having breakfast at macdonald's; & crawling under the wire fence to enter the school.

i miss having umar to sit beside me & showing off his leo tattoo.

i miss playing soccer against the lower sec; & having farhan as my 'personal coach'.

i miss malay lessons with the 5Ns & us, gossiping bout the juniors; & cikgu juanna just had to join in.

i miss being called ain, & not nurul.

not forgetting, "ain, marilah kita main."; & it totally sounded so wrong when they were chanting it.