[+30.12.06! || 12:22]

at times in our mundane life we would look back on the not-so-rainy/dreary days we had and rediscover why we're humans with emotions rather than zombies with a machined and chronic daily grind. and this is one of those times.

the foolishness of early teenage years is, well, foolish, but essential. it bridges the gap between kiddishness and maturity (probably nature's way of preventing kidults -.-) & gives you a source of self-entertainment on rainy days (pun ha ha). so maybe it's normal to giggle at a me who enjoyed planting an obscure nametag to knit the brows of junior counsellors (of course, that was when i was in the batch wielding the most power, also known as secfour). whenever we walked out of the front gates of school premises the first, and i mean very first, thing that came naturally was to unpin the identity marker (hands might already be perched in anticipating action for the eager 'uns). it was like switching to invisible mode. who'd like to walk the town with a world-announcing sign that carried your full name. like Lily Lee Bee Niang or sth. catching a friend who reacts late was like winning a prize :D soon it evolved into more tricky ways like pinning the tag upside down or below the shirt pocket (although we all knew it was illegal to tamper with what a discipline teacher would consider to be the most important part of the uniform).

i'm sure we all have our juvie streak and mischief moments before. even if it's something like leaving class early for recess and returning late or having shirt tails (also known as tucking out. ha ha). i know a teacher who never wore out of his gang-banging thrills and goes around punishing students by making them act as godzilla, roll up their tucked out shirts to bare their midriffs (in the name of Britney Spears) or do squads in the yard. that's one notoriously successful kidult for you. :D so it's okay to laugh at yourselves. or at him. haha. (:

all that matters, is today(: -