2 Perang, 3 Hijau and 5 Merah

When asked, many would say the best time ever was their campus life. But for me, I loved my schooling days. Despite the pinafore, the rigid rules and not having boys around (not that I care as I was like one tom boy), it was the best time ever. I simply love my Methodist Girls School (MGS).

Standard 4 Kenanga -SRK MGS(2) Class of 1989

Jr. MGS (2) was a blast. From there, almost all headed to Sr. MGS along with our so call enemy then, the Jr. MGS (1) as well as both St Teresa (1) and (2); where we were all divided into 7 class. Hence, at the end of the day we all become friends regardless of our religion, race, background, school etc. Unlike in varsity where people are so prone to stick to their own race, school, state or faculty etc.

The first two years in my Perang (brown) class was awesome. Never a day went by without being scolded by the counseling teacher, the art teacher or the discipline teacher. But the best memory of all was the famous Miss Shirley, our dear KH teacher.

Just when we were all getting so close, the school decided to segregate us according to grades as we headed for form 3. Not being the bright one, I was put in one of the average class, 3 Hijau (green), where I had to split with some of my closest friend. Anyhow, it never fails for us to meet, as they were all just doors away. Although I was not the naughtiest student, I am always among them. My 3 Hijau class was the first class ever to be the topic of the school. My class captain has to beg the teachers to enter the class. We were extremely naughty, noisy and stubborn. But of course, it was just us the 15 backbenchers.

First they advised, then they ignored and finally punished us. The funniest was when the class captain resigned; all 15 of us were locked in men’s toilet for the whole period (we cared less and kept on talking in the tinny toilet) and the naughtiest girl form my class was appointed as our new class captain. Sigh! Imagine that.

Then, we were separated once again when we headed to form 4-5. This times it was according to streams and I once again reunited with most of my form 1-2 friends. This class was unforgettable. Almost half of the class was prefect, librarian or head of the sport team or clubs, the headmistress was our math teacher and above all the discipline teacher was our English teacher. Yet we were like devils. However, we only start showing our true color in form five when they all left. Imagine we had schedule to take leave, our physic teacher left the school partially because of us, the history teacher refuse to enter our class for months, we refuse to go for PE lesson and prone to hide in the cupboard. Who could beat that?

My 5 Merah class of 1996

Sadly, when I did my form six and was transferred to Methodist Boys School (as I wanted to take Mathematics for STPM), it was simply boring. Almost all came from Chinese School and preferred to talk in Chinese or stick to themselves. School didn’t seem to be fun anymore. I prayed for it to be different while in university, Sigh, it was all the same there. Anyhow, there is always different side of the moon. USM brought me back to reality, meet real people and understand life. What more a girl need to know then!

Anyhow, what I like most about MGS was that, everyone knows everyone regardless of age. I guess it’s the school spirit. Somehow, when we bumped into one another, we will somehow recognize, acknowledge and have a smile in return. With facebook now, anything is possible!

Pictures taken from: Suet Mun and Sumita Yashvant (Face Book)

Dr. Fish!

Last weekend was superb. After hearing about fish theraphy form all, Miss J and I finally decided to experience it for real. Though the fish therapy initially started in Turkey, it has now blossomed through out the world. There are couple of outlets opened in Malaysia, but when we discovered Kenko Reflexology and Fish Spa has a branch in Mid Valley, we quickly fixed a date to meet and experience the “it thing”.

For many, the thought of feeding our feet to the fishes sounds creepy. But the truth is, it not that bad at all. For about 30 minutes, we let the fishes nibble away all dead skin from our feet up to knee. The selection on the size of the fishes are upon us. It varies from 4 cm up till 13 cm. But of course, the bigger sizes are recommended for man only due to their rough, thick and hard skin.

The fishes there are all separated according to their sizes. There were about six ponds and the tiniest of all that we picked was facing the window. Sigh! Hence, our poor foot had audience while being nibbled away by the fishes.

It took a while for the fishes to get jiggy with our feet and it took a while for us to adjust to the nibbling. The bigger the fish was, the ticklish it was. Ours session lasted for about 30 minutes, which cost us about RM38 each. Off course for many, RM38 sound ridiculous as one could spend it on a good meal at Chilies. But the truth is, it was worth it. It may sound weird coming from a vegetarian who don't eat animal but getting nibbled by one, but the experience was good. I simply loved it. At the end of the session, I somehow felt my feet was clean. Maybe it’s the socking for 30 minutes, may be its RM38 or may be simply the enzyme form the Dr. Fish, the medicine man..ops fish!

Dreams..

Last night, even though I was exhausted, I could not sleep. It took me ages to doze off, yet was awaken by horrifying dream. I was scared and worried, but managed to doze off again. A while later, woke up anxiously, dreaming the same old thing.

I hate dreams. Indian believes that all dreams have meaning. Meaning that signify the opposite part of the story as well as a hint for one to act or react. As for myself, even though the dream signify good omen, my anxious mind fail to rationalized it then, or even now. I am worried. My mind is so messed up. I just wish I had a cue form god to say my decision was right!!!!!