A Major, Winning Throwback. Part One.


Assalamualaikum. 💞

 Hi. I promised myself to write about my life in school previously in my Instagram since one of my friend did uploaded a picture of our school with her so nostalgic yet memorable caption. 
We are having a bit different experience and history there because I'm a new intake who was registered into that school when I was in Form 4 and she is the existing student. 

 So here's my part of throwback memories. 

 I was a second intake student. When it was our time of orientation, we were only about 20 students plus. I remember the peers in charge of our sort of mini orientation which are Brother Sufian and Kak Aisyah. They're the PRS (Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya) who are very responsible and kind. Heee ^^

 I was alone back then. I know no one. I was so pathetic, yes I am. 
My tudung was like too kebelakang and I dressed like a not-yet-having-puberty naive girl. Selekeh and seleybet I may say. hoho
Me, back then. LOL.

 Then, the orientation is over. I was fighting with myself so hard. I cried for almost one week! homesick. 
I recovered when I first enter the classroom, 4 Jannatul Adnin. The class is full of different,colourful, cheerful, and distinctive personalities of people. haha
They were loud, full of attitude and some kind of budak-bandar type of teens. Yelah, I came from a kampung school. 

 They had me introduced myself.

 Nama apa?
I said "Adib". Adib Aimi. 
at first they were like "woahh.. sama gila!"
I was clueless. Like apebenda yang sama? 
Then few weeks later when I have the courage to talk and blend and mingle with them boys and girls, they told me that "Dib, suara kau sama gila dengan suara Ustazah Rahilla"

 Ustazah Rahilla mana pulak..?

 It took me about 3 to 4 weeks for me to get myself prepared and stable in hostel life. 
I thought it was only me who has the problem of adapting myself but there's one girl whom I met during my orientation days. We thought that we were on the same boat. 
She's Syakira, and we call her syark. She's kinda adorable in her own way. She's a bit chubby back then but trust me now she's so gorgeous, curvy and perfectly shaped! [share la macammana you work out]

 She said to me "Dib, kau taknak balik ke? Kau boleh hidup ke kat sini? Aku rasa macam nak balik je dowhh"
And I was like "hah? eh jangan cakap nak balik terus syark? kite try dulu few more weeks kayh?"

 And there we are, staying till the very last moment of SPM candidates at the same school that we're trying to leave previously. hahaha 
To syark if you're reading this; "time SPM- Aku ingat lagi masa kau masuk dorm kitorang cari makanan and at that time semua orang dah tidur tinggal aku je. I bet you didn't notice me standing like a patung tepi katil double decker tu, smiling like crazy sbb I was looking all the time dari kau and kakak masuk dorm tu sampai kau pegang a packet of food, aku tak ingat- maybe Maggi? haha. aku nak gelak but they were all sleeping. Aku minta maaf sbb berperangai macam hantu bagi korang terkejut. sorry tau! haha"

 Okay back to the story. hiks ^.<

 Most of the batch mates we used to call as "Form 4 lama", they were reluctant to know and mingle with us. the "Form 4 baru". haha
They thought I was weird. Tapi ada je yang friendly. 

 Here's another ceghita about how Miza Shazwani talked to me for the first time.

 Miza : "hey Adib."
I looked at her without noticing that I was actually frowning.
Miza : kau jangan nak berkerut boleh tak? 
I was shocked of how she treated me for the first time we converse. Rasa macam nak buat muka lagi annoyying. Then I looked at her again, try not to frown and smiled, I realised that I did the irony. haha

 And years passed by, we are the best best friends up till now alhamdulillah. 

 Hah satu lagi. Miza  is sitting besides Ngat in the class. 
Ngat; bukan calang-calang orang boleh dia terima seadanya. lulz.
She's the one who first establishing the thought that I was weird just like the other new intakes. 
So I proved her wrong. hee tolong lah Ngat, I'm not that pelik. haha  
Mesti rindu nak main kening tebal aku kan? :P 

 I have more to be told, believe me it's more than I could type in one night. 
Next post shall we? 

 Regards,
Story Teller. 💋

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