it's times like these, that i look back and realise how much i miss hanging out with them. i vividly remember the table that we always sit at during recess, reminisce the food that we always eat: nasi lemak, japanese rice+scallops/teriyaki chicken. chocolate pokey sticks, water melon juices, hot and spicey cihps from popular, haribo, our random craze over local delight.

the four smiley faces that she drew, the book that we all took pain to decorate, got mistaken as an autograph book+scolded for that mistaken fact. taking pure geography lessons together and talking crap while ms rashidah goes on and on. taking pictures, and the poem that she wrote to me. for me. the hugs and tears i share with her, during recess drills, all the way to handing over. the gushing over random guys, and the piaing of last minute homework.

and slowly, the film draws to an end. to find myself staring at a wooden table, with them facing me, a look of intense disgust across their faces. and i remember clearly the look on their faces, at the time when they turned away from me, walked away and never turned back. how i felt that 4 years has just gone down the drain. many tell me that it's not worth it.

yet i still find myself stagnated 2 years back-
only to see clearly that they have forgotten...
...all about me.