Kitty Goes to School

The first thing I did in Kuching, was to drive around town in a fancy sport car declaring my arrival to all Kuching-nians and cheat little kitties that I’ve come from Venus. (To foreign readers, kuching sounds like ‘cat’ in Malay, thus the term kitty)

No, that would be so unlike me. But I did cruise the town in a red Celica and visited the infamous high school where Nicholas Teo and Kenny used to study – Chung Hua Middle School.


Me in Celica


This is how it looks like within the car, I feel so superior~


As we drove the car up to the front gate and park in front of the hall, many students peered through their classroom’s windows and started whistling. I wonder is it me that they’re purring at or the car, I would like to think it’s me. :D


Rather impressive I would say


We decided to do a bit of cam-whoring with the red sport car in front of the school so that every kitty would die of jealousy. Ho ho ho, no actually I’m just ‘sua gu’, never sat in a real sports car before, forgive my anxiety to show off.


red indeed is a nice color



Me, Dominic, and the proud owner of the QAB 198 - Sally


Talk about timing, it was then the lunch bell struck and all these kitties started flocking out of their classrooms to gape at a bunch of young and fashionable uncles and aunties (I remember at their age, my age seems rather old). Makes me wonder, kitties nowadays are so short, so is it because I’m too tall? Hahaha…. *shy*


yes yes… I’m holding the camera at shoulder height


Ahh, brings back old memories (even though this is not my high school). How I remember during break time, there will be kids walking around eating titbits, girls walking hand in hand to toilet, students running to the class next door for a peep at leng luis, making noises in class, or there’s always a nerdy kid standing there at the door, waiting for the bell to strike again so recess would end.


reminds me… of ME!!

I never knew visiting someone else’s high school could bring back so many flashbacks of my own. I wonder if they will ever change the designs of these high schools, this school freakishly resembles my own in Melaka. The chair, the classrooms, the teachers!


I was once a prefect, but I decided to quit and join forces with the anti-prefects



what a cute little kid!! So petite, so short. I’m sure he’ll grow up to be a play~ eh hem, I mean gentleman


Wait, it is recess! Perfect time to tour the canteen! Following the litter of kitties, I located the canteen at the back of the school, where every high school canteen would normally be situated.



Mountains and mountains of titbits piled in front of the counter, the canteen used to be my sanctuary. A place where students are conned in buying rubbish junk thinking they’re actually good for you. I looked sideways and spotted an ice cream storage cubicle.


I caught sight of something unusual!


Wow, kids these days sure have it swell; I don’t remember our canteen selling any ice creams back in our days. We have to go to the hawker stand outside of the school gate to get it after school.

So we decided to buy ourselves a bit of our childhood.


20 cents worth of childhood


“Teacher, look! Three strange uncles and aunty sucking plastic ice cream in our school”




Shut up, I’m still young.









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Bell rang,




Students returned to their respective classes, it was time for us to leave too, on with touring Kuching.