Why do we have to grow up?

All of a sudden, I miss my ITE days.
Reaching school at 8 and going to the canteen to get breakfast because we have a 15 minutes grace period.
Messing around with not so important yet important modules and pissing lecturers off.
Doing stupid things with the girls on the last floor of the block and ending up with dearest Edmund. And it wasn't the last time either we ended up with him. :)
Wearing the lanyard & making a fuss about friends who thinks wearing the lanyard is a big fussy thing :)
Walking around aimlessly in school & going to the furthest toilet just to waste time away.
Getting locked out of classes because I came late.
Running around the dreaded school carpark & jogging track at the back.
Getting stressed up over projects with impossible deadlines.
Getting stressed up about bitches in class. Actually, that's only one bitch we're talking about.
Laughing about this person and that person.
Having all the nicknames for all our eye candies. I miss seeing Dinosaur :(
Dressing up for Halloween.
Dressing up for dances.
Dressing up for art exhibitions.
Acting out stories.
Telling stories.
Making puppets.
Setting up learning corners.
Having our own "stomp" performance with pails.
Camping out in school.
Puffing in school because the security guard is snoring his ass off.
Puffing outside the school gate and getting sabotaged by jealous people.
Getting sent out of school camp.
I still laugh at the memory of that one.

And the people I've met here...
This two years doesn't seem so wasted after all.
If you look at it from one perspective.

I wanna go back to those days. Badly.

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