Kebelakang pu-SING!

I simply cannot believe my luck.
I thought i was being the goody-goody senior by wanting hastily to visit ol` Bowen to see MY band.

But tough luck on it.

I just finished tuition and since my tutee's place is just a fence away from Bowen, why not give MY band a visit right? Ya, i was confident they have band practice today. So i go forth with my idea.

Ok, here's the not-so-happy part about it. I know I have to go through the Security "attire" check before i can step into the school. Wad fugging crap etc etc. I don't really care about the rules anyway! (I graduated like, eons ago??) So, i decided : Try my luck. (Though deep down inside it's not about TRYing at all. I INSISTS! I have to get in)

My attire for the day : Tpjc Heron Shirt, Skinnies & 'animal' flip flops.

I thought i'll sneeked in, but it'll be so un-gentlewomanly of me, so i confronted the security guard.

I told him "I'm here to see my band"
He said "The rules here are if you are not in proper attire you can't get in"
"But i didn't know the rules here. It's been so long since i graduated"
"I'm sorry if you want, you can ask a teacher to come out, and he can hold you responsible"
"Can't i just leave my I/c here?" *knitted brows* getting more impatient
"No, sorry , it's saturday....[ he trails off, whatever he's yakking,i'm totally not interested] "

& the bus driver which happens to be there said " You want you go call tee-cher lor"

"FUG OFF!"


Well, i didn't say that of course. So un-gentlewomanly.

Instead, i kebelakang pu-sing and said "Stupid rules!" and walked off. Yea. He heard it, all right.

I took long strides and left curses and swears before exiting through Bowen Main Gate.

I really don't know what's so wrong about slippers. I'm not longer THEIR fugging student, then why the attire? Or in fact, why they bother, since i'm just an outsider?

Rewind!

I was walking round the bend of the road, with Bowen field on my right, when i spotted The Percussionists at the Long Jump area. God, they look good! Like, really smart, with their black bermudas and blue polo tee. They look like mannequins. So stiff, stopped in motion. Zulky would definitely be proud to see them. His dearest section.

The field was sooo green. It looks like it's Photoshop-ed.


Ok, round the bend and into Lorong Napiri. I walked past the board where they have the school name written in 4 languages. This is the gross part. The whole board looks oh well, dirty. And not to mention, the school logo ( which is a retarded 5 pointed Star, they changed it. Stupid retards.) becomes a two pointed disfigured god-knows-what.

The school logo/emblem crumbled! This is a symbol (literally & figuratively).


The grass looks green, the building is freshly painted with vibrant colours. It looks so happy from the outside. But inside, it's damned. (All hells break loose!)


I've divorced with my clarinet for close to 3 yrs now. I've always treated him like my husband. I played with it etc. [Used to be] the joy of my life... Sigh.

How are they treating you, my love?

*kisskiss*