Hmm.

The journey of life.


When you were a little baby, people pacify and give you all you
want. You'd be wearing those shoes that makes hell lots of noise.
As time goes by, you're sent for education. Then you'd be so
excited about school, excited about carrying a bag and wearing school shoes.
Not to mention the uniform and the sky high socks.

A couple of years go pass, and in no time you'd find yourself in a secondary school.
Wow, a real nice place. The field looks big, the canteen looks big and there are
hell lots of facilities in the school. Then you get so excited about school all over again.

New friends here and there. Okay, everywhere. But some familiar faces can be found.
Thus your school term starts ...

You respect the teachers and stuffs, but well that's due to fear.
Uh huh. You're afraid to cross the limit because you've never seen anyone cross
the limit before.

For guys, pants high and uniform tucked in. Hair short, never touching the collar.
Well, simply put, slope.

For girls, pretty much the same except for the hair part I guess.

A year gone, and you find yourself in secondary 2.

You made a new friend. It's called love.

You start to know the existence of that thing, and sometimes
even let it rule your life. ( although some already knew it in primary school.. hmm )

You start to find loopholes in the school rules.
Be it attire wise or assignment wise.

Another year gone, secondary 3.

You start to exploit the loopholes found back in secondary 2.

For guys, short pants turned into long pants.
For some weird reasons, the pants start to " go down "
Going as low as possible ...

For girls, skirt remains as skirt.
For some weird reasons(again), the skirt becomes shorter.
Weird?


For girls who're in love at this point in time, you probably have someone
to complain to when you're having a bad day.
For guys, yeah they're the ones who're listening.

Or sometimes it's the other way round.


Another year passed. Secondary 4.

You start to notice the presence of O's.
Seems very scary, the very thought of you failing O's is disastrous.

School work becomes heavier and teachers become stricter about assignments.

Upon the end of O's, here comes the long-awaited graduation night.

You get dressed in the prettiest/coolest outfit you can find.

Now into poly/jc.

Workload becomes heavier in JC.
Well, expected.

For those in poly, they'd never imagine the insane amount of projects
waiting for them.
All they've heard about poly is that " it's very slack "

A couple of years go pass, new friends made and attachment.
Long-awaited attachment.
Then graduation party ( again )

A few decades go past.

For single old women, they have no one to complain to when they are
having menopause.
So they start to make life hell for everyone around them.
Then everyone feel equally screwed up.

For old women who are attached, the people around them are
spared the agony. But yeah, someone has to sacrifice.


Then you die.

Hmm....