A Deep Breath... Look Back

At which one takes a break… tired from walking… and turns back to look over the path that was… 

And takes a stroll down memory lane

In which time was spent skipping class… drama practices… in which I attribute to my SPM results… am sure I would’ve done worse in SPM had I been attending classes

and I ran across this in the badminton hall

The under equipped Hall in which actors (and grunts) were made

And to my personal outrage… the school administration (in which I refer to with as much resentment as I have when I think off “The English Department”) has put this up in the school portico

 Fide at Labore… Fide is NOT principle… Fide literally translates into faith… Labore on the other hand literally translates into labour… in which was later changed into Zeal (mainly due to the rather negative connotation in which labour is to be used in an institution for the development of young minds) which means the enthusiastic devotion of which a person has towards achieving / attaining something… Now I say this with all the vanity a person can have in oneself (which is considerably less to what I have in myself) is Zeal not considerably more poetic than “hard work”? Mr Peter and his accomplices … are your skulls really that empty?

And look at what came through the mail…

Offer letters to which I declined… 

I’m leaving for UiTM Asasi Undang-Undang…

And as I was packing and clearing up my room… yes, its now relatively cleaner than what it used to be… look at what I found

Just another notebook you say? Take a look inside

 The First Few Pages... Questionable Motives: Everyone Has A Rent To Pay... The Original Draft... The First Script Ever To Receive The KL's Best Script Award

 this is when your playwright got bored (the politically correct term here would be paranoid)

From this point on the author was introduced to the wonders of the computer and how slow it takes for Microsoft Word to load and how easy it was to misplace your files

Leaving On The 28^th of June at    0500

 

I’ll Just See You When I See You

 A Deep Breath… Walks on 

To Absent Friends, Lost Loves, Old Gods, and The Seasons of Mists; and May Each Of Us Give The Devil His Due