Rambutku sudah panjang, ia kini memberontak... Ketikaku sedang mengusap rambutku dengan syampu, rambut depanku melibas mata kiriku... Pedih... Bereaksi dengan kejadian tersebut, tanganku dengan pantas menyentuh mata (tindakan refleks)... Shit, aku lupa... Tangan aku belum dibilas dengan air... Dua-dua mata kena syampu... Pedih berganda ganda...


That particular event happening in the bathroom just now reminded me of how I always 'kantoi' in the hands of my former disciplinary teacher, Cikgu Madi, during my school years...

The sky was bright and the morning breeze swept swiftly into the classroom, messing up my gelled hair... I was at my desk, probably daydreaming about Tipah, my high school crush... and she was just a few desks far from me... The teacher was late, probably still having breakfast in the canteen... Haah~~ time to relax my mind before the boring lesson starts, I thought... As I was about to lay my head to the table, my sight caught the fat figure of Cikgu Madi... I sensed trouble... and my senses was right... A spot-check!!




The only good thing that I could see then was, he wasnt holding a rattan stick or any solid object... But if u look at his fist, u'll know u will die if he punches u straight into ur face... U'll surely know...

He went through the other boys row by row, checking for any excess lenght of hair... I thought to myself, my hair's not that long... I'll survive...

Great, it's my turn... he looked at me front to back, top to bottom, then stand in front of me, smiling like he's interested in me... Creeped me out...