old times

i miss the isca times. n i noe most of the old ppl (ex-isca-ians) do too. ahh.. da gud n bad ol' times. isca was really a placed where i belonged... where i identified with, where i grew up in. and now... isca is jz a past, slowly fading, leaving bits n pieces left in my storage memory abt to be pushed back to make room for new ones. let me think of wut i can scratch up from the dust...

well, i can rmb...
1. a certain someone (no names mentioned) whom i guess had a growth spurt and cudden quite coordinate his movements quite well... hehe... sumhow, dat person was always banging into things, hurting himself... poor boy.

2. another individual, who unwittingly and singlehandedly broke his guitar neck. bravo hercules!

3. lotsa perli-ing (teasing) esp abt 2 ppl called j* and A*. i think in the game of tembak-ing & perli-ing, no one was spared. not in the least MUA... but let's not get into it.

4. guitar lessons.... we gals went thru teacher after teacher after teacher... the list goes on. then came josh.. u've heard it b4...yadda, yadda... n we used to make up silly stories of him n his 'wives' erm, guitars...( musician lingo) .

5. ping-pong sessions. when we gals (esp me) scrambled to secure the better pp table from the guys, namely, bk & co. n come in sweaty n stinky after many rounds of pp. i like pp... it's the only game i play relatively ok... . any1 willing to play wiv me?

6. games, lotsa games. n who can forget tt time when j* n J* banged each other in da stomache n felt flat on their posterior during watchmen & rattlesnake? hehehe... so lawak. i cud almost hear da *boing* sound in my head. of cos, dat's jz pure exaggerated me.

7. the football times- our all star *ahem* gals futsal squad.
place: annexe
time: b4 & after isca
ball: basketball
lame huh? but we had fun. and the reactions caused... i quote ; " wah! gals oso can play ar?" followed by quizzical stares of disbelief, "hahaha.... gals who play football... not bad ah!", " eh, pastor, look... all gal football team".