The long awaited comeback arrived just now. In the midst of a nice day, suddenly the arrival of the red ball bounces through. The five minute Zzzzs during bio was usless because mister chatterbox biofrog just wouldn't shut up. Popping notes and messy handwriting wasn't much of a surprise obviously, too early for bio. Later on, tehh hoolas and tehh hoops just wouldn't stop spinning, well.. who could resist? Spaghetti, yummy, redballs... again. Sitting through the whole "you're a lady" session and the "how you should behave infront of the opposite sex when your hormones are running" talks,attracted laughter and nodds. Certain whispers and 'looks' ran around the room. Experienced eh. Well, certain 'experiences' were meant to be forgotten. Just like how promises are meant to be broken. Lunch came in a snap and miss pau just asked about koala bears. tsk, tsk. First year, mumbling out words of annoyance and deep shit. Annoyingly looking at moi just when the certain fucked up name would slip out of their lips. Gross. Practice once again and the confuzzling job of pressing the play button was just too damn hard for me, apparently. So, entrance suddenly transformed to cha cha. Skip clubs.
Redball just bounced on my thumb as I repeadtedly hit rewind as my iPod played through songs that were with you. Be careful. The redball is murder.
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