thoughts, dreams, ideas 

scattered

in the expanse

the universe

inside my head

insignificant little particles

drifting 

helplessly

like clouds of dust

i desire to reach out

capture them, and be

enraptured

by raw beauty

the wonderment of thought

an embodiment of the soul

This is a very short holiday.

Assalamualaikum.

Well whaddya know, it's 2013!

*jaw drops*

Everything's been a tornado of

excitement?

confusion?

happiness?

perplexity?

rapture?

trepidation?

Wallahu'alam. Everything's mixed up together and I don't know what to feel, exactly.

But 2013 has opened up plenty and it's just so overwhelming for a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old-girl.

I rather like it, actually. Heh-heh. I feel like a blooming flower.

Aye, that's so random. Blooming flower? But it's true!

I haven't updated often, and I was going to update last night but I got distracted with texting, graphs and drawing

too lazy to do hair shading, hehe

OK forget it.

What happened in January 2013?

Arrived at school with water up to my ankles, drenched baju kurung, wet socks (oh how I despise wet socks -.-) and shivers due to the wet, cold weather.

I'm going to skip the part where I lugged all my stuff to the third floor, kissed my family goodbye and stuff and get straight to school sessions.

I've changed classes this year, so I'm having new classmates.

They elected me as assistant class monitor against my will but looking back, it doesn't give me much stress since I'm mostly running minor errands, sometimes filling in for the class monitor and writing down the lists of homework on the whiteboard during preparatory classes--in short, assisting the class monitor. Duh?--so I'm pretty much okay with it. FOR THE LOVE OF CO-CURRICULAR MERIT, I'LL ACT UPON MY DUTY.

My classmates are crazy. Yes. Crazy. Non compos mentis. Raving bonkers mad. It seems that they chose to assemble the noisiest, weirdest bunch of people from each Form 4 class from last year and toss them all together in the class of which its name is 5 Al-Radzi. In short, they're just friggin awesome, great fun (when they're not studying, that is. When they're studying, they're deeply solemn about it. Which puts me in a sense of trepidation). Due to our boisterous proclivities, our class gets plenty of complaints from teachers and students alike for being excessively uproarious. Heh-heh. But I like it. It makes classes more lively, gives us more verve, more wholeheartedness, more fervor, more zeal, more keenness to learn. Therefore it's a GOOD THING :D

What else?

Summarization:

- Ran the SHM (Sester Half-Marathon) aka Merentas Desa, got 17th place

- Emceed the Talent Night with classmate Musfirah, we were so sakai & left out a lot of stuff since we're not familiar with the flow of most events heh heh

- Homework loads have definitely quadrupled from last year. Yikes!!

- I keep misplacing my Maths & Addmaths homework -.-"

- Our class has a daily/weekly Disorganized Desk Award. I'm a perpetual name. Woohoo.

- MY HANDWRITING IS PLAGIARIZED T.T

Oh and did I mention I sat through the TOV exams?

No.

Okay then. I did. It was my first time taking it in the hall. I was confined to the utmost edge of the hall so it was really dim and sleep-inducing, especially during the History paper. Concerning the results, I'm pretty much satisfied and I hope I can keep maintenance, insha-Allah, since my classmates are closing in for the kill and they're total brainiacs. 

And yet, I still sleep during prep. Yaaagh I'll never understand myself.

Holidaying

I'm not sure whether the word "holidaying" exists or not.
Wait I'll check my trusty built-in-with-software-dictionary-cum-thesaurus-cum-mini-wikipedia.
OK it does exist. Yay!

Assalamualaikum my esteemed subjects. Meh I'm acting like I'm some queenie which, on the record, I'm not, well.. I meant dear readers. (which I think there might be close to nil)
Well it's nothing much of a holiday to me I guess, no special family vacations, it's mostly staycationing, homework and hefty tuition classes in the suburbs.

Still I think it's been an okay holiday so far. 
Maybe a little lonely without my big sister bossing me around. I miss her a lot cause we've been together for so long.
And maybe you'll be like, "duh, she's your sister?" but nooooo you might not be able to understand. You see we're almost inseparable. Almost. Out of my other siblings, she's the nearest by a two-year gap. When we were younger, it was just me and her, her and me, no one else. I played with her, bickered with her, faux-wrestled with her, play-acted with her, schemed embarrassingly senseless plans of the imaginations with her, did most of everything with her. She is one of my best friends, and I love her in my own irksome annoying way. She is equally obnoxious--no, probably more--so mind you, I'm not the only annoying sister here okay.

My older sister was a permanent inset in my life, so when she'd flown to Jordan, I......felt.........something missing. No more quarreling and squabbling for cucumber slices. No more talking about weird wanky stuff. No more... yeah if I'd write out all the stuff I did (or attempted to do) with my older sister I'll end up with an excruciatingly long post.

So now, I'm spending my hols with my little siblings, a little sister and a little brother. There's too much years between us so sometimes it can be a little awkward. And I couldn't believe that my little baby sister has grown into this piqued, sullen, long-limbed preteen. I can never take her seriously because it feels like it was only yesterday she was a baby with the puffiest, pudgiest cheeks I've ever set eyes on, with huge rounded eyes and teeny squashed lips, dripping milk all over her front. Now she's asking me advice about girl stuff.

Or rather, I'm the one offering her free girl-to-girl advice like I'm an old lady as she cantankerously rolls her eyes and taps one finger most irritatingly on whatever surface she can tap her finger on. I can just see the words "Oh no, here she goes again" forming in her mind, but whatever, I ramble on.. in hope she'll get some sense. I mean I'm hardly qualified to give teenager advice but well.... whatever. Hehehehe :p

But there were good times. Like the time I baked strawberry cheesecake with her recently! Haha she's great fun when she's in her good moods. We turned up the music and danced in the kitchen as soon Mom's back was turned and yeaaaah it was awesome, no kidding.

Helloooo Mr. Delicious :D

And that was a satisfactory result, even though the base is crumbly. Oh come on it was our first and foremost attempt. Nice strawberry tanginess melded with the cream cheese. Blissss ~ of course, I do like strawberries :)

Anyhow that's it. Other stuff, I'll update when I'm able to interpret my swirly thoughts in words.

eh-eh

Assalamualaikum & good evening to everyone.

Today is the 1st of December. Which means that I'll have exactly 30 days to reach the 31st of December. And by the tomorrow of 31st December, technically I'll be seventeen. And when I'll be seventeen, there lies one of the Malaysian teenager's greatest academic battles:

SPM.

Seeeeeee I've put that word finely uppercased, extra-large and bolded just to be precise.
Haih, I can't believe I'm getting older. No one gets younger by the day. People may look younger as time passes, nowadays, but that's because of the miraculous but haraam use of Botox, Restylane, collagen injects, hair dyes, hair extensions, blahblahblah to superficially maintain the beauty of the physiognomy. But despite that, time's winged chariot will always stride ahead and their superficial notions of so-called beauty shall plummet into a great rubble. Such is the foolishness of the human race. All that blooms shall wither. Even the most exquisite, velvety petals of the beautiful Rosa centifolia would fall to the ground and finally be decomposed by saprophytic bacteria with their vesicles of lysosomal enzymes.

Right. I'm getting a little carried away.
As I am saying, I am getting older and I'm going to sit for my SPM exams next year.
A notion that is quite frightening for me. And the other 96's, for the matter.

So yeah I should cut down on my looooong onlining habits and back up on Form Four Chemistry, which I suck at, big-time. And the other subjects too because no subject is ever less of importance. But because I'm not so partial to Chemistry, I have to put a little more emphasis on that subject until I nail it.  Along with the other subjects. I'll do my best, insha-Allah.

I couldn't say "There's nothing to it", because there's a lot to it, it's not a simple feat to accomplish. And with that, I'll effectuate the damnedest.

waking up from the hiatus.

Assalamualaikum.
You might have noticed that there's always a long gap between two posts.
And this time, I want to say..
this is definitely the longest gap, because it's been a little past two months since I've last been home.
I feel like a student from outside Terengganu, coz it's usually them who skip the mandatory balik-rumah  practice. *shakes head*

p.s. this post was written before the 'ponders' post.

I don't know how to express what I've been through, not that there'd been a lot.
But then.. there's been so much.
Finals? Hmmmmm. Felt better than the past exams I've done. *smile*
Hope things will be better.

ponders

It despairs me that there are prejudiced people out there.

People shouldn't set negative, unjust prejudices, especially in terms of class, social status, whatever. No one's better than anyone, that's for sure. It's just unfair that the ones who aren't academically or socially superior are deemed inferior by certain people who think so. They think the so-called inferior ones don't have dreams to better themselves, don't have a specific goal to achieve, will become mindless evils who would ruin the world. In reality, they could be better than the ones who think themselves superior. They have their own talents. They have their own way to contribute to the betterment of the world. I'm sure of that. It's not that they are stupid. No.

Maybe Allah has a better plan lined up for them, who knows? Just because someone isn't able to become a doctor, or an engineer, or a pilot, or live up any professional career, doesn't mean that they haven't succeeded in the course of life. Someone could be a town cleaner, and still be the happiest person in the world without us knowing. Someone could be a garbage collector, and be more blessed than any of us could ever be. It's not impossible, and it's always possible.

And there's the power of Allah accompanied with the blessings of good ol' work. If we really want what we want and we give in our damnedest to obtain it, then we deserve it, InshaAllah. If we happen to not attain what we strove to obtain, then it's probably not the right time yet, or Allah has something better to give. That's life. If the worse happens, something better is yet to come. You might have heard of this for the umpteenth time, over and over again, but

In my opinion we could be anything that we ever want to be and we could succeed in anything as long we make the best of what we do. No matter whatever we want to do (well as long it is halaal in terms of syariat, of course. Don't you go selling crack because you want to be the best crack-seller that the world has ever seen, now that's wrong.)

So guys, be grateful of what you have and make the best of it. Ignore prejudice and avoid yourselves from prejudice. This is a reminder to everyone and to myself as well...

Thanks :)

burbling babbling blathering blarney

It happens that today I was exploring the stupefaction of fantasies and wonderment, which happens to be a thesaurus, which happens to enrich today's vocab level, which happens to explain the title of my blog post today.

I LOVE NEW VOCABULARY, WAHAHAHAHAA
(this sounds strangely diabolical. Never mind)

It isn't every day that something that you've fantasized something to happen, actually happened. And believe me, I'm still in a daze. How did everything happen?
The innermost core of my desires somehow illustrated in reality, etched as something tangible. I never expected it to happen. I wanted it to happen, I hoped that it would happen, but I didn't hope as much as it seemed too ludicrous.

I didn't believe that it would happen. It was only something that I allowed to materialize in my mind's eye, something that I wouldn't allow anyone else to see. Something that I'd better keep to myself. Something that would let a smile creep on the corners of my lips. And I would shake my head, tell myself, "wake up!"

valiance took the helm of my heart
and the unforeseen befell

Aaahh.

Assalamualaikum & good morning to anyone who happens to pass by on this beautiful Saturday afternoon :)
It's the eighth day of Ramadan already. Time is sprinting, sprinting, and this evening I'm going back to kaytee, which is going to make me a weensy bit upset. I mean, it's not that I'm not used to fasting far away from home--I had three years' worth of that already so I'm prepared. But it's the fact that I won't be fasting at Kemaman. Yup, I guess there's still traces of Tesmal-sickness left inside me.

Despite that, I think that I've left for the best. But then, what is destined for us is always the best for us, don't you think? At first, hmmm yeah I felt down-hearted, disconsolate. I cried most of the time, but well, once you let the tears awash.. everything takes on a crystalline view. Lovely. I love the change, and what it had brought to me.

There's been so much new memories with new friends that I've never imagined meeting before. I've done things that I've never imagined doing in my entire life, honestly. I guess my horizons have widened a bit since I left my old school, and that's something. However, no one can ever replace the old faces, and hopefully they'll remain embedded in the deepest coves of my heart. All my friends, old and new, are my heart and soul.

It is difficult to accept change, I'll admit that. But somehow you'll just adapt to it. Reform. Metamorphose. But the essence of you, will remain intact. However much you've changed, there's still that piece of uniqueness that makes you you. Don't be afraid of change. Because no matter bad it seems at first, it'll lead you to the best that will ever happen, as long you have faith in Allah, that He will make the best happen. Don't we always pass through trivialities to attain the bliss? :)

Peace out. Once my ramble mode's activated, I could type a thesis.

life, how it is

Hello again, everyone if there's anyone. I doubt your presence here, though, so okay, I guess it's okay for me to ramble on aimlessly hehee :P

If there's one fault that I've got to admit, it's a difficulty to be grateful with what I have. Especially when it comes to my examination results. People keep telling me that. And I guess it's true, what they say. We might think the people around us are judgmental if they tend to criticize us, but then, it's okay to lend your ears to them and listen to them once in a while. Especially if they are the ones who are always ready to speak their mind, openly and honestly. We should always be ourselves. But that doesn't mean we cannot improve the persona that we choose to convey ourselves through, does it?

I don't know why it's so difficult for me to actually appreciate what I've done.
There's always this dreaded feeling nestled up inside of me, saying
you're not good enough.
incompetent against the world.
I don't like it. I want to be more confident, but not overconfident. 
Overdoing anything is bad, and doing nothing is just as wrong.
Being overconfident worsens the situation, being unconfident brings you nowhere.

Oh, right now obviously I'm talking about my midterms results. Can't you tell? Right, this sounds suspiciously conceited, so I presume that I've wrongly questioned you guys when you've already known.
I mean, the sentence 'especially when it comes to my examination results' on paragraph two, line one, clearly is a dead giveaway, a statement concerning the obvious, ain't it?

Hmm well regarding my midterms. I think they're just plain blah (oooh! I like the word blah). Most of the okay-ish grades I've got are of the 'terkangkang-atas-tong' variety. Honest. And when I stalk people's grades through e-pantau (oh kantoii!), I get real envious, of my friends at my old school because they're so good. I feel like a total drip. A slack-off like none other :(
(Either that, or my teachers are horrendously strict in marking papers, lol)

But then, whatever to terkangkang-atas-tong grades.
I should be grateful for what I've got, despite that it's not what I've expected, not what I've strove for.
Allah knows what's best for me, and that's what matters :)

p.s. AND I MUST GET MY EFFORT GEARS RUNNING! :B
p.p.s. Pray for me.

i have nothing else to say

lencana baru

spiraling madness

THIS IS SO AWKWARD 
BUT I'VE GOTTA LET THIS OFF MY CHEST
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL 
IT'S SO CONFUSING
I THINK I'M FALLING INTO AN ABYSS 
I HATE THIS FEELING
BUT I ENJOY IT SOMEHOW
WHY NOW? WHY NOW? WHY NOW?
WHY REMINISCE? WHY? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYY
IT'S GOING TO BE AN EXCRUCIATING TWO WEEKS
WITHOUT
(OK FORGET IT.)

but then. 
You're a normal human being with feelings.
So it's plain normal to feel like this, right? 
I know it'll go away someday,
but somehow I don't want it to.

semester holidays, commence!

Say heeeeeeeeey hoooooo.
Finally! Finally! The semester break has finally responded to the summons of many many students from all over Malaysia, all huffing & puffing exhaustedly after weeks of the suck-ish midterm exams, desperately dying for a rest from the whirlwind of pandemonium, complication, confusion and turmoil of which we sum up in one single word: SCHOOL.

my schoolmates & teachers on Teacher's Day. Notice that girl in white tudung, her head bowed down (in sleep, fourth row from the back)

Haha, random photo.

And I'm so glad that the midterms are O-O-O-O-OVER. Yes people, no more exams! In the meantime, that is. There's still the Diagnostics Test in August and the end-of-year exams to endure though, so how unfortunate you are. Sigh.

The weeks of last-minute studying were painstaking. Midterms came to me somewhat of a surprise, though, everything was astoundingly DIFFERENT than what I've experienced with. The multitude of essays and whatnot.. yeah, it's hard getting used to. And well, I'm not granted with that extraordinary ability to memorize stuff easily and precisely so it's pretty difficult to do essay questions.
And Addmaths was a horror story, do mind! OK not Addmaths in general. Addmaths is quite engaging, actually, it's logarithms that addle my brain into a mishmash.

Results? iz a so-far-so-good kinda thing but well perhaps for you brilliant-thinkers and all-round-flying-colours-students it might not be so good after all. *ashamed* Anyhow, alhamdulillah :)

blush.

living a life, a very different life.

Salutations & greetings, dear individual who happened to click on the link and read this blog.
Ahh I've been very vague about the happenings in my life, time is scarce ain't it?
Actually at first I was very enthused to write, but apparently I always forget what I was going to write, the second I placed my fingers on the keyboard. Sigh.

Life at Sester is different than it was at my beloved SMK Mak Lagam (and I still have some stuff left there. I'd better drop by and take 'em before they become historical artifacts), but somehow it still has its similarities. But the differences are more dominant.
I mean, even the people there call me by different names. My name was abbreviated to KB (can you imagine? Only two letters of the alphabet!) and some people have even took to calling me Bahirah, which is a name I rarely ever use to refer to myself. Still I don't mind. Change could be something quite refreshing.
(tapi rasa cam lawak ah orang panggil KB. lol)

Life, is less leisurely. Take my word for that. At my old school, I'd walk at a snail's pace. Uhhh, okay, not exactly. But time seemed to move so sloooooow there, plenty of time to gossip with the dorm-mates (while doing our homework of course! ;D), plenty of time to do some extra addmaths questions, plenty of time to doze under the bright pink blanket in the evenings. But when I got to kaytee, there's just no time to do all of that. Except for the occasional relaxed Friday evenings where I'd sit at the patio, eye to eye with an Addmaths workbook, haughtily ignoring the scores of girls and guys busy Facebooking and DotA-ing respectively. Sejarah, no chance of me being caught with that, with my eyes open. Coz usually I'd be snoring next to it =="

Clothes, are less strict. Wah! OK this is probably the second-best thing I could think of Sester, hahaha :D The dress code is relatively more independent, and I loooove the fact that we could wear t-shirts during evening prep (extra classes included unless said otherwise) and 'abaya for night prep. The 'abaya is definitely DA BOMB since it's so easy, quick, convenient, no need to iron. A short-sleeved tee, comfy pants, slip on the abaya and tudung and you're ready to go! Cool right? OK this is definitely on the days when you have the scarcest of times to fuss about ironing your baju kurung and stuff :P
And the fact that students could wear brooches to school (macam nak secure tudung kat bawah dagu) is quite shocking, since I, being an ex-prefect at my old school, used to write out the names of the misdeed-doers and give 'em to the PKP, and had confiscated them on occasion, handing them over to the teacher on duty, on their orders. No offense, but it's quite a lot to get used to, seeing all those senior prefects wearing brooches under their chins :">

The students, are so open-minded. Nice breath of fresh air that is. They've got this sort of.....what do you call it? Perspective, yeah, perspective. A whole new viewpoint on the world. Meeting new people, is quite engaging. I could talk to them about all sorts of things which I've never talked about to others. Sometimes I feel so intimidated, so immature with their charisma (most of them have that certain quality). Maybe that's the bug you catch when you get to SBP. Hopefully I'd get to catch that charisma bug too, and stand level to level with them, inshaAllah :D

Haha that's it I guess.
Oh and btw,
Pray for me. The midterms are looming and I still end up sleeping while reading Sejarah :O

please note the Elit Terengganu tshirt!! terharu tak. xP

my new family, at the night of KIS (Karnival Islam Sester). I entered nasheed =="

prancing through a lane of sentimental nostalgia

on the way back home yesterday,

the palm fronds dancing to the rhythmic lilt of the wind

the enamel blue carpeting the wide skies

the wisps of white clouds floating

the vast sea, the Scandinavian blue waves lashing gently on the shores

shores of light golden, with fishermen houses lining up close

ignited nostalgia

in the deepest trenches of my heart

a fire of memories brought me into a trance

as i stared out the clear glass

the scenery faded.

faces that i have long known

laughing, smiling, crying,

illuminated the looking-glasses of the soul

memories that I have once

seen,

touched,

tasted,

heard,

felt,

they were there, fleeting and momentary

oh,

i missed them.

feels like it was only yesterday

in reality it was ages

and the faces that appeared in the eyes of nostalgia

aren't there,

i am faraway, a distant person,

will i ever meet them again?

the lingering question awaits the reply.

a desolate sigh,

and my head in the skies,

drifted below

to the reality that i must live.

the bus continued its journey, didn't it always?

and i resumed my gaze

watching the scenery change

wondering when will i arrive home.

©thevelvetdawn

just sharing this quote, since I'm currently out of stories to tell.

رجل بلا حيلة كما تفق بلا فتيلة
"A man without a plan, is like a gun without a bullet."

speechless morning.

Duhai hati, tolonglah berhenti bermuram durja. Homesick.

Hello & Assalamualaikum.
This is a really personal post, and if you're uncomfortable at the prospect of reading depressing, saddening thoughts that will drown you to the depths of boredom and annoyance, I suggest you Ctrl-W right now when you have the chance. I've lost mine.

My first week--well, almost?--at a new school was full of emotional instability, still continuing...with no intention of stopping so far. I wish it would. Nostalgia can inflict a lot of emotional pain, and it hurts me badly. Real badly.
There had been such a lot of new experiences of which I haven't thought about. I've climbed Bukit Besar in KT twice in a day during the orientation, and that was so so exhilarating! I've acted as a bad-tempered first wife and gained applause (Hahah. You can't believe how embarrassing that was, though). I've learned a lot of cool sports-house war-cries which sounded pretty neat. I like the one based on the Mr.Saxobeat rhythm. Heheee~

Still, sadness still overwhelms me terribly, and affects me a lot. Worse than the other second-intakes, from my observation. They cry on the first day, and it ends there. And they go on with their lives. Me? I didn't cry on the first day. But it went on and on during the second day until the fourth, and I'm trying to keep my emotions in balance. Maybe I'll try for another few weeks. If it doesn't subside.....

I missed SMK Mak Lagam terribly.
To the smallest details, for goodness sake! My bouts of homesickness (yes, I call my longing for my old school homesickness because...I consider Tesmal my second home where I have stayed happily..shared hopes and dreams...you know, all the mushy-mushy stuff) hit me straight through the deepest pit of my heart. Even during classes. Well I do try to distract myself. But somehow, there must be something that reminds me of my old school and then I feel my eyes prick with tears. . . and   k a b o o o o s h !

thank you Photobooth & Picnik. </3

Still, I've only been there for 4 days, and it's all probably normal to get all weepy and teary-eyed like this. Maybe something good will come out of it, InshaAllah. Dear heart, have faith and strength.
La tahzan, inallaha ma'ana.

Guys, don't forget me. Life hasn't been the same without you.
PS. Will sit through exams after the hols. 
OH COME ON, DO I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THEM TWICE?! This. Is. So. Not. Awesome. At all! ><"

deep inside, my heart will never say farewell.

aku akan rindu

4 Ikram, kelas sains tulen yang amatlah bisiiiiing

ketawa terbahak-bahak dengan lawak cikgu Zaidi masa BM :D
melelapkan mata masa masuk makmal Kimia
update kerja-kerja rumah kat papan hitam
bergosip dengan Izzatul mengenai .................... AHAHAHA mana boleh cakap kat sini.

the obviously fairer one is Izzatul. compared to her, my complexion is so dark.

mendengar bebelan Ema pasal meja terlalu bersepah (n___n)V (tapi takleh lawan meja Anis ahh)

ema, deskmate tersayang </3

Ema, saya akan rinduuuuuuuu awak sangat-sangat. Ingatlah sokmo celoteh saya yang mengarut macam apa entah, ingatlah saat-saat saya mengeluarkan perkataan jiwang kepada buku addmath sambil menyelesaikan soalannya, dan saya memang akan ingat first time saya ponteng prep petang bersama awak masa form two, hahahahahahaa. (Jahat gila.)

Look! It's Menara KL! :D

menjadi tenaga pengajar matematik tambahan pada waktu prep (.___.)"
pergi toilet paling jauh dari kelas semata-mata nak ambik udara luar (perkara biasa k.)
mendengar pelajar perempuan bergosip di port mereka yang tersendiri (yg sering bertukar-tukar ^^)

geng2 gossip. yiha.

merungut sambil menyiapkan kerja rumah yang berlambak-lambak masa prep
kene bahang mampus dengan geng-geng kelas Irsyad 2009-2011

you guys have tormented me for so long with countless names, caused me a lot of misery, but yeah, I guess that's something that'll make me remember SMK Mak Lagam more :) p.s. thanks for the letter you guys gave me. it made me smile reading it :P


makan karipap DeMa setiap isnin minggu kedua (takleh miss ni!!!)
landing atas katil & tak buat apa-apa yang bermanfaat apabila pulang daripada prep
memapuhkan Haiza, si form one baru dalam dorm kami (yang ni yang best sekali :P. Yelah kan, bila ada 7 SENIOR vs. 1 junior...tau-tau je la. Hihii, maafkan ketua dorm yang tak bertauliah ni ye.)
menghiburkan diri dengan cerita-cerita sang penglipur lara cik Siti Aishah

yang pakai spek itu ialah AISHAH :)

POST INTERRUPTION!

Aishah. We've been classmates since we were eight, for goodness sake, and that ended this year (I was sorta hoping we'd be classmates again this year, but what could I say?). I was still your dorm-mate for the third year in running, until .... hm yeah. You probably get the point. Life's gonna be really really really weird without you Aishah, honestly. It's almost unbelievable, not being your schoolmate :(

So ... you should come to my house and lepak-lepak, tell me good stories and stuff. I liiiike listening to stuff that you tell :D

OK back to the post.

aku juga akan rindu

PuNat bermain tenis dengan dinding dalam dorm (bising ehhh :P)

mendengar Ika-ku berjiwang sensorang atas katil dengan henset PuNat

tidur tepi Yana malam-malam sambil dengar cerita2 dia ahahaha

bergalok, bergedik & bergelak ketawa bersama Ned & Anis

mendengar alunan muzik One Direction-What Makes You Beautiful daripada henset Anis yang seringkali berkumandang petang & malam

pergi prep lambat bersama Ned, ahahahaa

membebel-bebel & memecok-mecok bila ketua rumah panggil ketua dorm suruh berkumpul kat paras bawah

mengejutkan budak-budak dorm supaya pergi solat subuh masa hari Jumaat

menjerit "Lepas awak, saya gosok!" atau "Saya cop gosok pas awak ehhh?" atau ayat yang lebih kurang sama dengan nada yang sengaja dilembutkan kepada orang yang tengah gosok kat bilik gosok ataupun sesudah mendengar budak dorm bertanya soalan sebegitu kepada orang yang sedang menggosok

berbluetooth lagu dengan Anis dalam dorm

pergi DeMa pastu selalu ambik buah lebih daripada orang (terutamanya buah limau cina, pisang & tembikai). kebiasaannya merupakan hasil komplot bersama Anis

Ned, Anis, Aishah ^^

apa lagi? apa lagi?

oh ye, sudah tentu aku akan mendambakan saat-saat apabila

kami menahan bahang matahari masa sukantara dan pulang dengan muka BURNED

penat lelah & kaki-kaki yang cram apabila habisnya Elite Challenge

muka-muka mengantuk / tidur masa cikgu bagi ucapan pada hari Ahad

ponteng prep pagi (kita lagi suka tidur) --setiap tahun mesti ada. tapi tahun ni aku tak sempat nak ponteng sama-sama budak dorm aku :(
kene soal siasat dengan ustazah pasal solat subuh berjemaah setiap kali kelas PI :")
terlewat nak pergi perjumpaan pengawas pagi-pagi pastu kena denda ketuk ketampi
pergi lepak sama-sama satu batch kat Teluk Monica (errrrrrrrr. nama lagi glamor: TELUK MOKNIK) & Gambang Waterpark bila dah abis PMR

duduk macam orang takdok keje kat pondok pengawal pasal jaga pagar pagi-pagi

tidur dalam kelas yang ditugaskan untuk dijaga (tahun ni aku kena kantoi dengan cikgu, malu malu)

membasuh baju sambil berangan-angan/menyanyi dengan suara sumbang/bersembang dengan orang dorm sebelah yang juga membasuh baju

pergi berjalan ke kelas 4 Ikhlas masa prep pasal kadang-kadang malas nak duduk dalam kelas sendiri lalalalaa ~~

tersengih macam kerang busuk apabila berhadapan dengan Nazifa kerana ingin meminjam buku teks Sejarahnya untuk membuat nota (padahal dia tahu dah sebabnya pasal aku selalu sangat pinjam, aku je buat-buat macam dia tak tahu, hik3)

kan Nazifa kan? yang dok depan sekali bhg tgh tu Nazifa :)

tersalah tidur dengan sebegitu lenaaaaa dalam kelas 4 Ikhlas gara-gara tidur pukul 2 pada malam semalamnya :P

memanggil Alissa Suraya dengan suara ala-ala manja disertai dengan panggilan manja speselnya iaitu 'Hiroshima' pasal dia lahir pada 6 Ogos. (tarikh bom jatuh kat bandar tersebut =__=")

yang depan tu ialah Alissa Suraya. (sedap op nama dia?)

masa mereka menandatangani kertas mahjong

dan....

akan kukenang semula peristiwa apabila
"melepak" (aka latihan berterusan yang memenatkan gila-gila) dengan awok-awok speech choir (2011) dan choral speaking (2009) yang sporting & riang ria ^^
aku hempok belakang budak baru (gambar di atas) dengan botol plastik gara-gara geram (biar baru kenal 2 minggu. mintak maaf!)
sembang dengan Fatonahhh kat line belakang sekali (ni choral speaking form one :P)
balik Paka naik bas sekolah dengan muka paling bergaya (sekolah elit la konon ni)
mendengar lagu-lagu ballad jiwang karat habis circa 90an (kot? hanya mampu memberi andaian) dalam bas sekolah yang seringkali berulang
kali pertama memanjat pagar masa form one (>__<)"
jamuan-jamuan dorm pada waktu malam yang menjadi penyumbang utama kepada......peningkatan peratus lemak dalam badan
berbuka puasa ramai-ramai kat dewan makan ( air sedakkkk masa bulan puasa ^^ )
kena denda duk luar lab oleh cikgu sains masa form one pasal tak siapkan nota (padahal masa tu tak sampai lagi sebulan duk sekolah =__=")
kena "joging pagi" atau lebih tepat, denda berlari pusing blok D & blok C apabila telah ponteng solat subuh berjemaah kat surau sekolah (zaman-zaman kegemilangan D07)

menghantar bakul dobi dari paras tiga dengan termengah-mengah (pasal paras tiga tu tinggi jugak!)

berharap bahawa muatan bakul tidak melebihi 10 kg...dan menjerit gembira apabila berjaya (pasal biasanya BERAT GILA BAKUL DOBI TU, nampak sangat tak suka sangat basuh baju ehek3)
Dan macam-macam lagi kenangan yang tidak boleh disebut dengan sewenang-wenangnya di sini. Nanti timbul kontroversi.

Akhirul kalam,

AKU AKAN MERINDUI SMK MAK LAGAM!

Banyak sangat memori aku kat SMK Mak Lagam. Mustahil kalau aku dapat senaraikan semua kat blog ni (yang ni pun ambik masa berjam-jam lama. Penat aku taip tahu?!). Tapi inshaAllah, semua yang aku lalui akan aku simpan dalam hati sampai bila-bila. Terima kasih jadi kawan yang baik, terima kasih atas segala-galanya.

Tikah, Zulek, Aishah, Matun.

Ned. Mirahusna. Matun. Anati.

Adda & Fika. Sek2 Paka gopp ^^

Tekunnya mereka.

HAHA. Mukhlis, Azwan, Petok, Amir, Tamimi

Pinut .. Mukhlis (yg gila gambor =.=) .. Petok

Ema, Mizah, Matun ;)

Zulek, Aishah, Syera, sapentahtakkenalkot?,Matun, Nati

Akan kukenang selalu.. SMK Mak Lagam <3

PS. Doakan kejayaan & kecemerlangan aku kat sekolah baru :)

distance cannot separate us, my dear

Sadness is tugging at my heartstrings.

Because yesterday, 27 February 2012 at around 1617 hours, I have officially left Tesmal.

The school that brings a thousand memories to me, perhaps more? It brings so much colour, so much meaning to my life as an adolescent.

And apparently, times change. People change. There are ones who bid farewell, and there are ones to welcome, and there are times to create new memories...while cherishing, preserving the old sweetness of the past in our hearts and minds :)

THE HOSTEL OF AWESOMENESS.

Ah. Can I proceed in Malay?

.....

Masa orang tau aku nak pindah, memang lazimnya mulut-mulut akan bertanya,

"Nape mung nak pindah haa?" ataupun soalan lain yang lebih kurang sama maknanya, namun berbeza kosa katanya berdasarkan identiti si penyoal. Biasanya memang adalah disertai dengan bebelan tak puas hati secukup rasa. Ada jugak yang tak cakna langsung... alah, aku tak kesah pun. Bukannya aku rapat/kenal gila-gila dengan semua orang dalam batch aku kan. 

Tapi aku blah memang tak kena hari la. Nasib malang aku pindah masa hari semua orang pekse (a.k.a ujian dalaman bulan Februari) jadi tak sempatlah aku ambik gambar banyak-banyak ke, nak berpeluk-salaman dengan kawan-kawan sepuas hati...almaklumlah, mereka ini semua memang fokus study tatkala ujian/peperiksaan menjelma. Aku rasa macam penceroboh je kadang-kadang bila aku nak ambil gambar diorang (muka bersalah >_<).

Aku dapat tahu pasal tawaran SBP masa otw pergi majlis kecemerlangan PMR, mak aku yang SMS. Mula-mula aku macam ... hahhh?! Lepas tu, ihikhikhik (gembira lah kirenya ni?). Dan kemudiannya, adoii mak rasa macam nak nangis (sedih) la pulak. Dan ketika itu Anis yang duduk kat tepi aku menjadi orang pertama yang tahu aku bakal blah ke SBP.

Hari-hari kemudiannya. Fikiran aku (agak) bercelaru, tapi takdelah tahap gila...alhamdulillah. Setakat termenung sini-sana ada la kut. Biasanya kalau aku berhadapan dengan situasi camni, study aku sepatutnya tak terjaga, tapi rakan-rakan sekeliling seringkali bertanya aku tentang soalan addmath (WHYYYY?!) jadi secara tidak langsungnya, aku pun turut study sekali lah dengan diorang. Banyak kali jugaklah aku ke hulu hilir mengajar orang addmath (tapi aku takdelah pandai gila addmath, cukup-cukup makan je) sampai menjelajahi kelas 4 Ikhlas,

ta-daaaaaaa.. 4ikhlas :D

sementara menolak tawaran menjelaskan prinsip-prinsip kimia kepada orang lain kerana ...... aku suka sangat berangan/berkoya tah lain/tidur/tak menumpukan perhatian dalam kelas Kimia. (mintak maaf cikgu!)

Aku sempat lagi ambik ujian hari pertama bersama kawan-kawan aku. Tak kesah dah hal borang-borang yang bermacam tu. Lantak la, ni ujian terakhir aku kat sini, aku kena ambik jugak walau apa jua yang berlaku! (kes-kes kecemasan dikecualikan -.-) 

Karangan BM aku hancussss pada perenggan-perenggan yang terakhir....yelah kan, aku bukannya hebat sangat dalam bab-bab bahasa ibunda ni. Ayat & isi yang mengarut, berbelit-belit...gerenti karangan aku kena "pengiktirafan" karangan paling tak sedap dan akan diedarkan kepada semua budak kelas aku dan ....ya, aku duk fikir bukan-bukan je. Tapi bahagian edaran tu memang PASTI.

Addmath pulak? Okey je kut? Yang pastinya, aku salah buat graf yang sepatutnya kena betul kerana soalan itu amatlah senang sebenarnya.. Sila menangis sekarang juga, rugi 2 markah di situ sudah.

Kimia.... aku tertinggal dua soalan (frustfrustfrustfrust) kerana 

1) mak aku tunggu dah kat bawah :( 

2) aku tak ingatlah maksud resapan & isotop yang buat rawat penyakit thyroid. Padah tidur dalam kelas.

Lepas tu aku pun dah tergesa-gesa mencari pengesahan dll. Sehabisnya aku mencari pengesahan, aku pun menangis bila jumpa kengkawan yang sungguh . baik . hati . bersalam dengan aku, bagi kata-kata semangat kat aku, etc. Muka masa tu,... mata merah & berair, hidung merah, muka pucat. Muka aku memang tak lawa bila menangis. Dan...err, tidaklah ia cantik pada setiap masa, sebenarnya... melainkan seandainya anda yang merasakan demikian, hihii :p

Dah dah. Post dah panjang sangat dah. Nanti sambunggggggg ~