skola asrama di atas pulau.
Could perkara paling pahit and paling manis be the same thing?
Maybe.
Franchement, asrama is hell. Worse, i was in hell on an island. It's kinda hard to get off it. Like "Lost".
Aku culture shock. Firstly, I missed my boyfriend. Secondly, aku tak reti pakai tudung. 3rdly, I speak malay with an accent. Bahase Melayu celup.
Lastly. MALAY MENTALITY!
Luckily, i ended up with some cool roomies who are my best friends to this day. And having David helped A LOT (made for some insane phone bills).
Cite2 asrama aku cam cite org laen gak. Nothing special. Aku tak jahat. Aku tak byk kawan. Aku low-profile. Tapi roomate aku cam the most outspoken girl in school. THAT was interesting.
Aku tak pernah fly. Except last day of school lepas paper bio sbab nak carik souvenir. Aku tak faham ngan org yang fly..korang gi mane kat pulau tu?
Mase kitorang nak buke kat luar pon terserempak ngan Pak Syed..sume org cuak terus balik.
Aku slalu gak ponteng subuh ngan Maghrib (Maghrib slalu smayang kat bilik sbab tak tahan imam smayang lambat). Sorang2 plak tu. Creepy tau.
Kalo ade org sakit, aku mesti volunteer nak jage sbab nak ponteng prep.
Aku ade 1 je tudung. Tu lah tudung skola, tu ar tudung prep.
Byk kenangan manis sembunyi mase spot check. Sembunyi atas bumbung, blakang locker, bawah katil, dlm bilik air...sume idea2 yang tak original. Tapi tak pernah kantoi pon.
Kenangan yang lagi manis ialah kene rotan (dengan kayu, rotan, paip). Biasenye sbab ponteng surau. Ade skali tu kene lari keliling blok akademik dengan baldi dobi sbab lambat turun perhimpunan.
Aku sangat benci warden pompuan mase form 5. Hari2 ialah hari mengumpat reramai. Takpe, end of the year mintak maaf.
Jari manis tangan kanan aku tulang bengkok sbab main bola jaring dengan cikgu.
Cikgu ganas.
Mase form 4 aku tiru sign warden utk bebudak bilik aku ngan bilik ima. Kantoi plak tu. Pastu aku ngan tak segan silu mintak maaf minggu depannye sbab nak kuar outing. Dapat pulak tu.
Aku rase geng aku tak disukai langsung. Sbab kitorang BISING gile (masing2 suke ckp jerit2). And comot...geng suar kotak2. Sbab budak pompuan kat asrama sume self conscious. Stand out sket dah kene kutuk. Maybe it's just that age.
Kitorang comot. Pegi dewan kuliah pakai suar tido kotak2. Aku pakai tudung cam indon. Baju skola iron macam tak iron.
Bref, jadi anti lelaki jap...lagi pon aku rase budak laki kat skola tu poyo. Bole tak diorang buat kelab utk mainkan budak pompuan??
Kecuali Robbie. Korang ingat tak?
(Robbie : junior kitorang yang hensem nak mampus, bedroom eyes, rosak gile sbab kantoi masuk asrama putri and make out ngan gf die. Kene buang skola mase form 3 and last i heard, got his gf pregnant)
Rindu lepak petang2 lepas prep, borak2 kosong.
First time aku nangis kat skola asrama atas pulau is when Baity gaduh ngan cikgu pastu nak pindah skola...aku pon kononnye nak pindah skola gak ngan die.
2nd time, sbab aku ilangkan bag Nike yang Yus kasi.
Aku, Ima, Baity and Amie penah bertanding utk Badan Wakil Pelajar (kitorang main2 je...pastu kene buat manifesto). Manifesto Ima ialah : Undilah Saya! Saya akan pastikan dobi menggunakan sabun yang wangi.
Aku ngan Shep pernah buat list most eligible guys in school mase prep (i know it sounds desperate but we were bored). Nik Amir nombor satu..no surprises there. Bukan nak cakap ape but serious lar, mase skola ko mmg cam cool.
Anyway. It was 2 years that changed me. In hindsight i don't think i regretted it. It made me tougher. But it also made me...i dunno, self-centered. I depended too much on myself that now, i find it hard to accept other people in my life.
Tapi pape pon..i love you guys lar. And bile pikir balik...serious gelak terguling2 dengan kebangangan mase skola. It was fun. In a tortured, can't wait for it to be over way.
Could perkara paling pahit and paling manis be the same thing?
Maybe.
Franchement, asrama is hell. Worse, i was in hell on an island. It's kinda hard to get off it. Like "Lost".
Aku culture shock. Firstly, I missed my boyfriend. Secondly, aku tak reti pakai tudung. 3rdly, I speak malay with an accent. Bahase Melayu celup.
Lastly. MALAY MENTALITY!
Luckily, i ended up with some cool roomies who are my best friends to this day. And having David helped A LOT (made for some insane phone bills).
Cite2 asrama aku cam cite org laen gak. Nothing special. Aku tak jahat. Aku tak byk kawan. Aku low-profile. Tapi roomate aku cam the most outspoken girl in school. THAT was interesting.
Aku tak pernah fly. Except last day of school lepas paper bio sbab nak carik souvenir. Aku tak faham ngan org yang fly..korang gi mane kat pulau tu?
Mase kitorang nak buke kat luar pon terserempak ngan Pak Syed..sume org cuak terus balik.
Aku slalu gak ponteng subuh ngan Maghrib (Maghrib slalu smayang kat bilik sbab tak tahan imam smayang lambat). Sorang2 plak tu. Creepy tau.
Kalo ade org sakit, aku mesti volunteer nak jage sbab nak ponteng prep.
Aku ade 1 je tudung. Tu lah tudung skola, tu ar tudung prep.
Byk kenangan manis sembunyi mase spot check. Sembunyi atas bumbung, blakang locker, bawah katil, dlm bilik air...sume idea2 yang tak original. Tapi tak pernah kantoi pon.
Kenangan yang lagi manis ialah kene rotan (dengan kayu, rotan, paip). Biasenye sbab ponteng surau. Ade skali tu kene lari keliling blok akademik dengan baldi dobi sbab lambat turun perhimpunan.
Aku sangat benci warden pompuan mase form 5. Hari2 ialah hari mengumpat reramai. Takpe, end of the year mintak maaf.
Jari manis tangan kanan aku tulang bengkok sbab main bola jaring dengan cikgu.
Cikgu ganas.
Mase form 4 aku tiru sign warden utk bebudak bilik aku ngan bilik ima. Kantoi plak tu. Pastu aku ngan tak segan silu mintak maaf minggu depannye sbab nak kuar outing. Dapat pulak tu.
Aku rase geng aku tak disukai langsung. Sbab kitorang BISING gile (masing2 suke ckp jerit2). And comot...geng suar kotak2. Sbab budak pompuan kat asrama sume self conscious. Stand out sket dah kene kutuk. Maybe it's just that age.
Kitorang comot. Pegi dewan kuliah pakai suar tido kotak2. Aku pakai tudung cam indon. Baju skola iron macam tak iron.
Bref, jadi anti lelaki jap...lagi pon aku rase budak laki kat skola tu poyo. Bole tak diorang buat kelab utk mainkan budak pompuan??
Kecuali Robbie. Korang ingat tak?
(Robbie : junior kitorang yang hensem nak mampus, bedroom eyes, rosak gile sbab kantoi masuk asrama putri and make out ngan gf die. Kene buang skola mase form 3 and last i heard, got his gf pregnant)
Rindu lepak petang2 lepas prep, borak2 kosong.
First time aku nangis kat skola asrama atas pulau is when Baity gaduh ngan cikgu pastu nak pindah skola...aku pon kononnye nak pindah skola gak ngan die.
2nd time, sbab aku ilangkan bag Nike yang Yus kasi.
Aku, Ima, Baity and Amie penah bertanding utk Badan Wakil Pelajar (kitorang main2 je...pastu kene buat manifesto). Manifesto Ima ialah : Undilah Saya! Saya akan pastikan dobi menggunakan sabun yang wangi.
Aku ngan Shep pernah buat list most eligible guys in school mase prep (i know it sounds desperate but we were bored). Nik Amir nombor satu..no surprises there. Bukan nak cakap ape but serious lar, mase skola ko mmg cam cool.
Anyway. It was 2 years that changed me. In hindsight i don't think i regretted it. It made me tougher. But it also made me...i dunno, self-centered. I depended too much on myself that now, i find it hard to accept other people in my life.
Tapi pape pon..i love you guys lar. And bile pikir balik...serious gelak terguling2 dengan kebangangan mase skola. It was fun. In a tortured, can't wait for it to be over way.
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