My class and their momentum..

T-TERRY
R-RONALD
A-AARON
B-BRYAN LAU

Everybody hates Ronnie. He left school like guava dropping from tree- just like that. He will PAY.

T: Lets conteng his desk!

Everybody: Yes!
(they conteng)

T: Haha!

R: Spill coke on it! Spill!
(they get bottle and spill)

B: Walau! You see on Monday he come bak ah..

A: You know by Monday it’ll dry up…

Everybody: Shut up!
(Aaron shuts up)

T: Ha ha! I know! Everybody spit on it!

R: Kk!

B: One..two..
(everybody spits. Lots of mucus and slime mixed with coke)

T: Haha! Yes, very very good.
(they are all satisfied…then they think and think because they know something isn’t right but they can’t put their finger on it)

T: Oh my God! What if teacher see?!
(they all look at each other like sakai)

B: Quick! Put paper to cover!
(they grab whatever paper there is on the floor and cover. No, of course nobody would notice, how can they?)

T: More paper!
(they get more paper. A circular, literature notes and homework is among them. Then they run to block B and hide.)


This is my class in form 2 during national day and we're performing on stage. So, Ronnie, class enemy number 1, bail out on us, leaving the whole class in a im-going-to-kill-Ronnie situation.
It was nice watching 4 or 5 of them oogling aroung on his table doing what a street-punk does.
I ENJOYED WATCHING IT.....SO DID THE OTHERS. a good LOL!