Chapter 2:The meet up

Our story begin with the first day of my secondary school. It was a cloudy day. I walked down from my school bus, the teacher or we refer she as "Miss Stick" as she is skinny and look like that person that will get blow away by the strong wind. Hehe.

She walked us around the school. From the main hall, to the canteen and finally my classroom. I was placed in the 2 Bestari class. I find a "feng shui" spot and put down my bag. As i know, later, if somehow our form teacher rearrange the seat based on height, i will be the one that surely 100% will sit in the front row. Man, it is too hurt, i get used to this tradition since from my kindergarten. That time i still wonder will i have the chance to grow up in height. Obviously not, after passed so many years. I still remain the shortest in the class, high school and even Uni. FxxK! Maybe it is due to somethings genetically as my parent has a typical asian height.

Back to my classroom, while i still enjoying my "feng shui" place, suddenly a wild pokemon appear. The so-called pokemon is our form teacher. But why do i refer she as pokemon? This is because her name is Poh Keng Mong. LOL! I almost burst out my laugh when she introduced herself: "My name is Poh Keng Mong or you can called me Miss Poh". Hehe. I think all the other student in the classroom will have the same thought as mine as Pokemon the greatest cartoon show that time.

And then the ritual start again, "Kindly arranged youself according to your height''. WTF? While the other still comparing their height, i "volunteer" to be the first blood in this cruel ritual. It must be and it always be. I wonder during the ancient time do they sacrifice to the GOD according their height as well? Hmmm.....

Alright then i guess i am going to sit on the very very front row again.

"Miss Poh, there one more student here, she missed the bus this morning". Miss Stick said. It is the first time when I met with Chun Ling. Beatiful, really, at least to me. It is the first time i have a feeling toward a girl. And this is the first time i feel the word 'shy'. But you know as a GUY we cannot show our expression on our face especially in this golden Macho period. Why do i say that? It is because during secondary school time, we boy need to look macho and cool. Cool to everything. Even when there is a fire ant on your hand you still need to pretend and look cool. This is the 'culture' that has cultivated in secondary long time ago. But it doesn't apply to those book worm.

Then Miss Poh arranged our seat. Ok, i got the lucky seat again. WTF. But this time came with somethings difference. Miss Poh want us to have a couple seat.Hmmm....This means that my table-mate will be a girl. Ahh....i wonder if the girl will be my table-mate? I am nervous, and i speak to the GOD in my heart. "PLEASE MY LORD". I said.

-To be continue-

Sorry for my broken english. Hehe.