counter-strike

staring at the photo. . .
tried to remember how it all was
twas like fun was all I've got in mind
being with those friends, whom i can say, knew me very well
doing crazy things out of curiosity and boredom
breaking rules, fighting for what we thought was right,
foolish acts and childish games, bets we made out of fun.

but addiction is what this photo reminds me most
addiction to this game called counter strike
that never got my interest at first. . even criticized it
until the second time my friends had successfully lured me into it.
since then, I got really addicted that i played 3 times a day
before going to school, lunch time, and before going home.

Those times when I forgot I was a girl,
realization only dawned upon me
when the place was almost raided.
Under that bar where i hid myself
seeing the skirt that nobody wore but me
thinking of the scene. .of what a shame it would be
not for myself, but for my parents,
being not in school but on that place
where they never expected me to be.

But it was a place ill never forget
the experience, fun, and the peers
the place across the church- the place we call "underground"
that elicits a negative impression
for it was like a place for students who has gone astray.
But for me, it was where "keSSen" was truly born. . .