when I was immature

Lately, I have been reminiscing my school days, when I was a high school student. Childish, selfless, annoying? Or it could be a brat? Or bitch? HAHA. Nevertheless, there are some things that I regret the most, there are things that I miss, there are things that I hate to remember. You know, the memories sometimes poise in berserk way? You distinguish the bad memories but it is still coming to you, leaving you in the gush-rushing of emotion? And of course, obviously, you could not get out from it.

The surroundings of my assembly point with three trees rooted randomly around, the stage that sometimes with a small podium and sometimes not, that particular smell of my favorite desk when I rested upon it and went to deep slumber, that stinky-tingly smell of whiteboard that was smeared with marker pens, that smell of grass and soil at the school backyard after it rained, the sunlight that seeped its way on my right when the sun was at its zenith and... my friends.

I miss how I studied so hard for SPM, I stayed back in the library and came home at dawn. My late father had to remind me to come home early before dawn, worried I might attract unwanted attention due to strange, uninviting events cases around my neighborhood. The leftover notes I stuck on notebook, highlighted phrases, sentences, unnecessary points, the arguments I had with my friends over the most pettiest things, the immature disputes over the most littlest things.

I miss how sometimes, when we were so bored in the class not doing anything, waiting for the teacher to come or just resting after studying, some would try to pick up a fight and ended up laughing hysterically and some would sleep, some would tease each other till it became serious and made up unknowingly.

Y'know, I should make a part 2 of this post.