Surrounded by concrete jungles, my secondary school was located somewhere in the middle of the city. You can't detect its presence without thoughtful observation until you saw the 'Catholic High School' Sign posting itself in front of the road. You have to drove pass a few rows of single storey terraces, only then the school compartments will reveal their bare walls with time as the painter or rather, the factor of cracking and peeling artworks. I can still recalled the first time I stepped into this school, how its magnificent and naturally-crafted trees marks their respective territories, casting a swaying shadow and performs kaleidoscope-like shapes as shadows of each leaves overlaps and separate. Nevetheless, no matter how many renovations were carried out to upgrade the facilities, theses trees will remain erected to protrait their significance as a landmark.
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People in this school are always moving in and out. The innocent little kids stunk of breastmilk comes in to occupy classrooms, whereas the self-assumed mature minded teenagers will eventually moves out. Just like the the Rules of Birth and Death in this world. Every year, the society was injected with millions of graduates, amatuers with lengthy academic achievements but nil in practical experiences, youngsters who obediently follows the pathway planned by their beloved parents yet doesn't run smoothly as it seems to be...nevermind, they are just unlucky. Perhaps their grandfather didn't manage to get into the Heaven's Gate and hence, unable to protect them. No, no. Thats not true. We are the gambler who toss the dice, and yet we need someone's protection to win the bet? Sounds unconvincing. You mean you can give someone else luck when he runs low? Luck is not something physical that can be given out or shared with. Yes, cut away all the craps about luck and gamble. Better to return to my actual life. Yes, yes, I am doing my maths homework mummy. No, no, I am not daydreaming.
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