Just back from school because of some errands. My home journey reminds me of my ol' stupid times. I picked Intrakota-122 and stop at the Restoran Al-Amal with Malarvilly. Then I straight away to my home. While continuing my journey, I met my ol' school, Sekolah Kebangsaan Bandar Tun Razak (2). Every step reminds me of past history in the school. I was one of the pelajar harapan sekolah and the calon tokoh murid at that time, with a dozen of my friends. It was a fully-Malay school, which is, for me, is good at communication. Chineese students picked Bandar Tun Razak (1) and the Taman Midah archipelagos. At that time, I say, my camouflage is succesful. I sat at the smartest class. All my friends call me super dumb because of my super camouflage, except few. While at the end of standard six, one of the teacher (forgot the names, Mrs. Salina, I think) accidently "saw" my real personality. I remember once she said "Siddiq, you have the most IQ and knowledge in the school, you should not "act" like this". Despite being super-dumb, I have disadvantages. One of that is my rejection in application of prefect and dozens of other pros works. Because of that, I reject all request of representative in all competitions I recieved from the teachers. I stopped at the ol' canteen where I eat everyday for the past days. The food is almost the same. The food is far more cheaper than my schools canteen. The environment is changed and the school is beautified. Synchronizes with that, dozens of old occasions, stupid works and memories suddenly appears in my mind. Never mind.
Ahh... the prefects gathering.. I'm in charge of the booklet and the backdrop. Duh~. Everyone thinks that I'm pro in designing.. and that's gonna be changed in just a matter of few weeks. I saw Lorac's ex-boyfriend, there's a pic of him in his wallet. Duh~. Lorac is playing fire with fire. I know Lorac got a boyfriend earlier then everyone from her action. And, notably, she doesn't know anything about me, a super researcher. May the stupid sign sticks with me, at least this year.
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