on anniversary

Salam,

Happy anniversary to me and all my first batch gangs. 4th July 2004- Dec 2008.

today, i miss my secondary school days. memories..please occupy my dream world tonight. its hard to describe my feelings rite now. it mixes. i'm happy for i'm no longer a selekeh girl back then when i was in school. i'm now a fully grown up lady with full of dreams and hopes and aims. smelly with crooked tudung, sleepy eyes, serious faces, yellow teeth n etc . normal phenomena for boarding schools students and non boarding too. Our teachers used to our natural perfume. they loved us no matter how comot we were or how cute we were. they used to our sleepy eyes esp when the exams were around the corner except for boys. its their hobby as well as their learning strategy. they slept in class yet they scored in exams. they played and giggled and running here and there and teased us during prep classes, yet they would still score in exams.they will only study when they felt like they had no other choices to score in exams other than doing some revisions. girls, study xangkat muka.boys, muka nak pandang buku jenuh paksa. these all happened when i was in upper form as well as lower form.

lower form was such a miserable phase for me. being away from my family made me strong and survive. my first month without any public phone. only He knew my feeling. crying was my routine just like eating. Calling was a necessity for a 13 years old teenager who was still fragile and knew nothing about the hassle of living alone. i had no other choices other than adapting to the sudden changes. no balik kampung every week. no phone calls. no outings. doing weeping job all alone in the toilet while flushing or making some noises in it. it was my friend's idea. i still remember her words "kalau nak nangis, nangisla waktu mandi. xde sapa tau"..i did apply your theory up until now when i feel like crying and dun want people to notice it.:)

i was ikramian for three years, itqanian for 2 years, umarian and ikupian for about 5 years and forever ikupian. the teachers, friends and every single of thing there are part of my growing.they teach me about love, hate, dream, hope, mission, vision, maturity, friendship, togetherness, struggling, happy, sad and most of everything in life there. the only thing that i learn only after i leave my love in life is appreciating.

above is just a simple dimple story. planning of writing more and more details but my mind says stop it coz it will take years to cover all the priceless experiences. its uncountable and i believe if i'm good in writing i'll compile all my school days experience in writing form and keep it under my pillow.whenever i feel like going back into my old days world, i'll reread my journal in hoping for a wonderful dream of a smelly student whom only learns to appreciate things after leaving it . not for sale coz no one could afford to buy it.

i haven't had any chance to walk in the snow or climb up the Mount of Averest but i have a priceless experience of climbing up the highest place in the land of SBPIKP.