as she dutifully narrates her sister’s account

on life in mrsm. i suppose in a way we were lucky to have gone to the one in kota bharu first and formost because of its close proximity to the city, to the airport, to everything where there is life. second, owing to it’s age, it had no necessary reason to uphold whatever new tradition nor rules nor the need to be strictly strict. i suppose it depends. i got a pelepasan to not to go to prep class anyway, i had to on my own for the most part of time in order to live. food was great, it was teo great years of music, you had band sessions or art classes or a stroll around the city if you feel like it hitchhiking wasnt that scary you could normally just tap someone’s car by ghe side of the road and ask for a ride somewhere shops were generous food was generous the cafe near mydin was a great place to eat shophouses abs lofts were around obscure shops in some old abandoned streets still had their own attractions the language was mesmerising the people were cool the mall itself is boring but at least you could count on some guy or another to belanja some sarsi or pizza or icecream or whatever. what about the school i dont know never felt ethusiastic about it you could skip classes for days to doze off alone in your corner or watch the burning porch or see some movie watch her cry beside you play guitar in s s room or watch persepolis or no country for old men during weekends and then proceed to talk endlessly to m about his boring life pr teach j english in his desperate attempt to coax you to love him lol. or to spend the night in a room allegedly where the cleaner decided to hang herself over the betrayal of a lover and then the philosophers room where you could hear him talk talk talk endlessly about ideas islam life land business and career and the his thesis. lawyers who make it a point to say he hates accounting while giving a proceedig to us little shitheads clueless under the clueless whos now married i wonder who. anais nin? perverse teacher, delta of felda in the delta of nowhere i am not to recount you any longer goodbye