boredom leads to all sort of crazy behaviours...one of them is typing my old high school name on google, trying to find any information related to my 'dear old school'...my high school is an all-girls boarding school and school d'esprit is the main agenda...as most of my friends will definitely say, i am not buying the whole school spirit thing...sure i love my school...i learned and experienced a lot during my formative years here...i remember all sorts of crazy stories that pops up every time the name of my school was mentioned...anyway, this post is not about the so-called greatness of my school...it's more of my fond memories of my time there...
i remember that i used to sleep almost every afternoon, after my afternoon prep session (prep session is a session after official school hours whereby students are supposed to study and do whatever it is related to schoolwork - there are the afternoon and evening prep sessions everyday on weekdays)...where everyone (well, almost everyone) were busily enhancing their CV with co-curricular activities, i spent it on busily enhancing my sleep hours (hey we need minimum of 8 hours of sleep to get a healthy quality life)...i'm pretty sure a lot of people will remember me because of my sleep sessions...
i was not into junior-torturing...i didn't care if my juniors don't remember my names...i didn't remember theirs for sure...i had nothing against my seniors excepting the fact they were scary (they morphed into super bullies when it comes to junior-senior relationship and what it entails, in this case extreme respect even though they didn't earned it) when it comes to remembering all teeny tiny details of themselves (things like what's my mother's maternal aunty's cousin's name?what do i love to do every second weekend?)...but oh well, i learned not to bully my juniors from them...i was very laidback (still is ^^) and i respect people who respect me....
i also remember the book-after rule...book-after rule is established for fairness of use of common facilities such as ironing time, the use of public phone and so on...it is a fairly good system as the person who comes first get to use the facility and the person who comes after can book her turn so that she doesn't have to wait/waste her time until she can get her turn...we also use a lot of objects to line up as a sign of booking after...we lined up our toiletries buckets for showering turn...it's very tidy and pretty cool (and sometimes pretty funny)...it was universally understood that we must use a certain facility for a certain time (example, calling should be around 10-20 minutes per person, showering should take around 10 minutes on average, though i take ages to shower, sorry, and so on)...i loved this system...
i also remember the fact that the girls were such great actresses (aka hypocrites)...whenever we get visitors, we became proper ladies...no noise during formal dinner (we had formal dinners everyday to supposedly teach us table manners) when the usual was like night market level of noise pollution (it seemed like girls never ran out of topic to gossip even though we see each other like 16 hours a day daily)...we worked diligently during class periods and prep sessions when mostly, usually we had bored faces and sleep or gossip during prep....we cleaned up our dorms and classes and school areas like goodly trained cleaners when we usually tried to avoid cleaning duties (the houses or classes that managed to get the lowest merit points of the week would have to do a lot of cleaning up)...
saturday morning weeding session is one of the most memorable thing that etched on my mind...i hated weeding...i tried my very best with avoidance/minimalist work strategies...i went back home on friday afternoons, or did enough to satisfy the guards oopps prefects on duty but really, deep down, i hated it with a blinding passion...usually i weed with extreme reluctance...ah let's not forget my dear dear wardens...most of the senior wardens, cik aisya (is that how i should spell her name?) and ustazah (i apologise, i really have forgotten her name), probably put my name on their personal all-time hit list...they tried to avoid me as much as possible which was impossible due to the fact i liked to bug them on going home permission almost every week...well, we were destined to be together (ickkkk save me from maudliness!)...
i also remember loving cik aisya's speeches during formal dinner as she was caustic and sarcastic (i had fun)...one of the most well remembered speech was about toilets and their state of disgustingdom...her speech was truly marvelous that she managed to kill almost 80% of the students' appetite for dinner...another indication was the really loud laughter coming from the dinning hall's staff area...we couldn't (well i couldn't) hold our head up in front of the dining hall staff when dinner ended...another great speech was her reading of one of the student's letter (the concept of privacy never exists here, we had cik aisya's spies everywhere)...she read the whole letter including the address on the envelope...i admit, the bland tone of her voice plus the crazy content (let's not forget the address) of the letter was a really good combination...the letter writer wrote our school address perfectly...in english...get it?our address is full of malay words but the ingenious letter writer decided to crank it up by translating the whole address, literally...
ah i remember a lot of things...some of them bad, most of them good...back then i wished (fervently) i could go out of this 'prison' as soon as possible...now i wish i enjoy myself more...i learned it's no use to regret...but reflection is fine as long as i don't long for yesterdays...looking back, i truly agree for the fact that time changes our perspectives...i don't hate my shool at all (as i used to say all the time back then...or was it indifferent?)....ah did i mentioned about our unique school rule that prohibits the students from walking/stepping on the green grass?and the rule of using the covered walkway when it rains (not running in the rain for us mere mortals, we'd melt under the water onslaught)....i love this wacky rules...
p/s: don't want to put pictures of my school...i'm done with online image stealing...err...not really...to lazy to find it online...
i remember that i used to sleep almost every afternoon, after my afternoon prep session (prep session is a session after official school hours whereby students are supposed to study and do whatever it is related to schoolwork - there are the afternoon and evening prep sessions everyday on weekdays)...where everyone (well, almost everyone) were busily enhancing their CV with co-curricular activities, i spent it on busily enhancing my sleep hours (hey we need minimum of 8 hours of sleep to get a healthy quality life)...i'm pretty sure a lot of people will remember me because of my sleep sessions...
i was not into junior-torturing...i didn't care if my juniors don't remember my names...i didn't remember theirs for sure...i had nothing against my seniors excepting the fact they were scary (they morphed into super bullies when it comes to junior-senior relationship and what it entails, in this case extreme respect even though they didn't earned it) when it comes to remembering all teeny tiny details of themselves (things like what's my mother's maternal aunty's cousin's name?what do i love to do every second weekend?)...but oh well, i learned not to bully my juniors from them...i was very laidback (still is ^^) and i respect people who respect me....
i also remember the book-after rule...book-after rule is established for fairness of use of common facilities such as ironing time, the use of public phone and so on...it is a fairly good system as the person who comes first get to use the facility and the person who comes after can book her turn so that she doesn't have to wait/waste her time until she can get her turn...we also use a lot of objects to line up as a sign of booking after...we lined up our toiletries buckets for showering turn...it's very tidy and pretty cool (and sometimes pretty funny)...it was universally understood that we must use a certain facility for a certain time (example, calling should be around 10-20 minutes per person, showering should take around 10 minutes on average, though i take ages to shower, sorry, and so on)...i loved this system...
i also remember the fact that the girls were such great actresses (aka hypocrites)...whenever we get visitors, we became proper ladies...no noise during formal dinner (we had formal dinners everyday to supposedly teach us table manners) when the usual was like night market level of noise pollution (it seemed like girls never ran out of topic to gossip even though we see each other like 16 hours a day daily)...we worked diligently during class periods and prep sessions when mostly, usually we had bored faces and sleep or gossip during prep....we cleaned up our dorms and classes and school areas like goodly trained cleaners when we usually tried to avoid cleaning duties (the houses or classes that managed to get the lowest merit points of the week would have to do a lot of cleaning up)...
saturday morning weeding session is one of the most memorable thing that etched on my mind...i hated weeding...i tried my very best with avoidance/minimalist work strategies...i went back home on friday afternoons, or did enough to satisfy the guards oopps prefects on duty but really, deep down, i hated it with a blinding passion...usually i weed with extreme reluctance...ah let's not forget my dear dear wardens...most of the senior wardens, cik aisya (is that how i should spell her name?) and ustazah (i apologise, i really have forgotten her name), probably put my name on their personal all-time hit list...they tried to avoid me as much as possible which was impossible due to the fact i liked to bug them on going home permission almost every week...well, we were destined to be together (ickkkk save me from maudliness!)...
i also remember loving cik aisya's speeches during formal dinner as she was caustic and sarcastic (i had fun)...one of the most well remembered speech was about toilets and their state of disgustingdom...her speech was truly marvelous that she managed to kill almost 80% of the students' appetite for dinner...another indication was the really loud laughter coming from the dinning hall's staff area...we couldn't (well i couldn't) hold our head up in front of the dining hall staff when dinner ended...another great speech was her reading of one of the student's letter (the concept of privacy never exists here, we had cik aisya's spies everywhere)...she read the whole letter including the address on the envelope...i admit, the bland tone of her voice plus the crazy content (let's not forget the address) of the letter was a really good combination...the letter writer wrote our school address perfectly...in english...get it?our address is full of malay words but the ingenious letter writer decided to crank it up by translating the whole address, literally...
it became 'bright princess school (sekolah seri puteri),
water pond street (jalan kolam ayer),
muddy bank (kuala lumpur)'...
thank god he couldn't translate 'malaysia'...
water pond street (jalan kolam ayer),
muddy bank (kuala lumpur)'...
thank god he couldn't translate 'malaysia'...
ah i remember a lot of things...some of them bad, most of them good...back then i wished (fervently) i could go out of this 'prison' as soon as possible...now i wish i enjoy myself more...i learned it's no use to regret...but reflection is fine as long as i don't long for yesterdays...looking back, i truly agree for the fact that time changes our perspectives...i don't hate my shool at all (as i used to say all the time back then...or was it indifferent?)....ah did i mentioned about our unique school rule that prohibits the students from walking/stepping on the green grass?and the rule of using the covered walkway when it rains (not running in the rain for us mere mortals, we'd melt under the water onslaught)....i love this wacky rules...
p/s: don't want to put pictures of my school...i'm done with online image stealing...err...not really...to lazy to find it online...
2 comments:
hey u made us sounds like born gossipers...i remember i dun gossip that much
ah but u must remember, we did talked a lot...be it gossip or world issues or whatever...we talked talked and endlessly talked...
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