let me start with my first class lesson which is Pendidikan Jasmani . We brought our pj attire but we dont wanna go to the field...actually i dont really mind..but majority pple in my class not goin...so...didnt change also.
Then came the scary part .
We went down to R&R where EVERYBODY was waiting for us ...
& there came our PJ teacher .
Black very Black , as black as charcoal burning.
And then all of us (mostly) Bunga Rayas' were scolded and thankfully teacher never ask me the reason why i'm not goin pj...like what can I say...
"cikgu , saya erm...erm...itu...saya...ikut..kawan saya...mereka...tak mau main pj...ku ikut mereka loh... ! "
Then maybe I will be slaughtered into pieces.
While teacher were questioning us one by one...in my mind...i was thinking of a better excuse...
" Cikgu...saya...*batuk batuk * ada sedikit pening pening"
or
"Cikgu , sebenarnya saya terpengsan pagi ini...jadi tak sesuai main pj lah"
thankfully teacher never question me, if my script fail to look real , maybe ...I dont know what will happen to me . Maybe I wouldnt be alive .
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