Uniform life.

Recalling pre-Pmr days when i donned sleek straight tresses and smuggling cupcakes from underneath my desk to my mouth w H in the midst of Math. When three consecutives bumps with a stranger renders me the puerile confirmation how its Divine Power's meticulous agenda on scattering brighter hues to my overcasted sky-like life, reiteration on it being nothing remotely platonic. 

Fast forwarding to the present, adorning maladroit postures,stiff gestures, haphazard half wavy locks,and  K-Stew's chronicles of infamous facial expressions with occasional hints of Deschanel's liveliness has taken its toll on me. School to me was littered w a bevy of people. Most of em' are familiar faces. Frequenting the canteen and cracking raunchy ass jesters,breaking rules. Taking shrieks a couple'a notches up for the sake of it,stentorian bursts of guffaws altogether inducing death glares from teachers. Epitomizing ruckus and trailing menaces all around. Infatuations and the likes..  Hand in hand with my gemstones (girlfriends). Celebrating birthdays. Muttering rolls of expletives on Monday mornings over dreaded assemblys equipped with the Principal's speech involving pauses in the midst of a sentence (prolly for dramatic purposes.. heck),battling yawns in class.  Somehow i yearn for the monotony of it, being mundane and how it triggers my vexation to alarming levels, its what i've grown accustomed to for the past 5 years. I'll miss it. God,last day of school,the ambiance was charged with sentiment. Waterworks,reconciliations,bearhugs. Everything.