gentlemen and players

i miss my secondary school days. taking the early morning train with the lads and running all the way to join our class for morning assembly to avoid being sentenced to 10 rounds around the basketball court for latecoming, sitting outside of malaytary( malay + military) class completing our long overdued homework and basking under the sun half naked chasing a ball and trying to make it go between two school bags.

without fail whenever we meet up which is very seldom though, we'll always talk about our malay lessons. sitting in one was like being in the navy seals. you dread attending the class and you leave it a broken man. my malay teacher is a female, very old and loud, stout and an ex-captain of the army. she's like miss trenchbull in matilda, except she's muslim. oh well, i'd write a novel about my secondary school days when i'm enjoying the fruits of my retirement in the future cause if i were to write it now, i'll just crash blogger.com.

how i long to live my secondary school days again.

your player,
afzaldinho 10