Some things just won’t change huh??
I walked past the toilet on the ground floor.. it stinks like anything.. urea haha
I entered the library and was greeted by bored-face librarians wearing green outfits
I sat in the teachers’ room and the sound of spinning fans, the afternoon heat and the faraway sound of boring conversations.. no nursery rhymes or lullabies are better to put me to sleep
I walked in the corridors, passing through bilik pendidikan seni and mony other rooms..
I climbed the dark stairs to the class and felt nauseated by the smell of crashed eggs
I looked at the school compound, covered by wheat floor
I encountered a fight among the students, each claiming the other threw tepung at the other..
5 years after i have left the school, Ahhh, some things just won’t change after all
