i was going through some of the old albums..
the only thing i find myself in the mood of doing
so after being left home where in a world i should
be rite now is in UPM..
my mind started to flash back seeking for the details
for every photo taken..,i could remember the life
back then, most of it easily..compared to life im
having right now..everything seems so easy..
the immature faces,the smile,the laughter..
everything.........
i still recall,back then when i was in primary school..
year 1991-1997...really went through the most hectic life..
i presumed..and yet no complain...
i was juz a 7 years old happy girl living in shah alam..
i had my standard 1 registered at the school nearby..
before i got transferred to another school in kl..
due to less quality time spent together..(based on my parents)
so decided to move all of us (siblings)..
but i wud say,it was quite a wise decision..
since i had the most enjoyable moment in my life in that school..
SEKOLAH KEBANGSAAN SULTAN HISAMUDDIN ALAM SHAH..
the school i wont ever forget..situated just in front
of bank negara, it has become a second shelter for me
besides home..happening frendz, awesome teachers,old version
of classroom, pokok saga belakang sekolah, maen zeropoint,
ngurat mengurat,tulisan cantek,goton royon,maen longkang..etc
not to forget,the canteen (kak besar yg pandai buat air..perghh)..
they were all now gonna be the best memorable moments ever..
we struggled waking up every morning juz to rush out
from home to school..yet we always kept on coming late..
it took us about 45mins to reach on time..and that if and
only if we left home at 6am or earlier..or else caught in the traffic...
nevertheless, the traffic and the late has become a routine..which
i hardly count how many times we were late..7.45 am and later
everyday was quite a record..dowh...
how i remembered to que in line for so called the-late-comers..
especially during assembly and got name taken,kena denda...suckss!
owwwhhh...believe me..i had it numerous time..
and the worst part is,i was a prefect back then..and the one who
had my name written was happened to be a fren of mine..
maluuuuunyeeerrrrr aku..time tuh...mmg tak boleblah..
brapa kali kena sindir aku dah tak larat ingat...
sampai naek bebal...adehh..
and not to mention, besides coming late to school,
we also went home late..the best record of all was at 11 pm..
(kakak2 canteen yg rajen temankan kitorang)..
my mom was demn busy at that time and tend to forget to
pick us up..(this usually happened when my father was
not around==>outstation). the life was pretty upside down..
time spent at home was not as much as time spent outside..
we often slept in the car, ate at the stall, seldomly play at the
playground and always got home very late..
i meant veryyyyy late...
we were tired like hell..and imagine how we could still
managed to lived with all that for years..
i wonder, when did i find myself doing all the homework..
hmmm...im impressed
despite all that, everything was ok..and i considered myself
a gud prefect...am i??...i guesss...(mati kena kutuk)
thou it was giler hectic and tiring..at least i got something to
remember about...i still think i'd lived the life to the fullest
during that time...well...maybe i was jus a child..ikot ajer..
sogok aper pon suker..kalo komplen sepak ajer..
i led that kind of life for almost 6 years..
and cannot stand anymore...i had enough and decided
to change school..nearer to home..and yes..it was damn near..
which i took it for granted..
only 10mins of walking to the school..yet i still late..
the school starts at 7.30am..woke up at 7.00am
(pas solat subuh tdo balek) shower and put on the uniform
and everything must be ready by 7.15am..
and walked (smua pon nyaris2 jer)...hahahhah
again..everything was fine...
jus a past which made what i ve become today..
well..enough missing of the good old days..
lets welcome the future and cherish the good past..
left the bad behind..
im through writing for the day...adeh
p/s: regards to all SKSHAS teachers..(ckg norzita,sir sandra,
sir kumar,ckg ramli,ckg wan sahar,ckg chong,uztaz khairul anwar..
the list going on)
the only thing i find myself in the mood of doing
so after being left home where in a world i should
be rite now is in UPM..
my mind started to flash back seeking for the details
for every photo taken..,i could remember the life
back then, most of it easily..compared to life im
having right now..everything seems so easy..
the immature faces,the smile,the laughter..
everything.........
i still recall,back then when i was in primary school..
year 1991-1997...really went through the most hectic life..
i presumed..and yet no complain...
i was juz a 7 years old happy girl living in shah alam..
i had my standard 1 registered at the school nearby..
before i got transferred to another school in kl..
due to less quality time spent together..(based on my parents)
so decided to move all of us (siblings)..
but i wud say,it was quite a wise decision..
since i had the most enjoyable moment in my life in that school..
SEKOLAH KEBANGSAAN SULTAN HISAMUDDIN ALAM SHAH..
the school i wont ever forget..situated just in front
of bank negara, it has become a second shelter for me
besides home..happening frendz, awesome teachers,old version
of classroom, pokok saga belakang sekolah, maen zeropoint,
ngurat mengurat,tulisan cantek,goton royon,maen longkang..etc
not to forget,the canteen (kak besar yg pandai buat air..perghh)..
they were all now gonna be the best memorable moments ever..
we struggled waking up every morning juz to rush out
from home to school..yet we always kept on coming late..
it took us about 45mins to reach on time..and that if and
only if we left home at 6am or earlier..or else caught in the traffic...
nevertheless, the traffic and the late has become a routine..which
i hardly count how many times we were late..7.45 am and later
everyday was quite a record..dowh...
how i remembered to que in line for so called the-late-comers..
especially during assembly and got name taken,kena denda...suckss!
owwwhhh...believe me..i had it numerous time..
and the worst part is,i was a prefect back then..and the one who
had my name written was happened to be a fren of mine..
maluuuuunyeeerrrrr aku..time tuh...mmg tak boleblah..
brapa kali kena sindir aku dah tak larat ingat...
sampai naek bebal...adehh..
and not to mention, besides coming late to school,
we also went home late..the best record of all was at 11 pm..
(kakak2 canteen yg rajen temankan kitorang)..
my mom was demn busy at that time and tend to forget to
pick us up..(this usually happened when my father was
not around==>outstation). the life was pretty upside down..
time spent at home was not as much as time spent outside..
we often slept in the car, ate at the stall, seldomly play at the
playground and always got home very late..
i meant veryyyyy late...
we were tired like hell..and imagine how we could still
managed to lived with all that for years..
i wonder, when did i find myself doing all the homework..
hmmm...im impressed
despite all that, everything was ok..and i considered myself
a gud prefect...am i??...i guesss...(mati kena kutuk)
thou it was giler hectic and tiring..at least i got something to
remember about...i still think i'd lived the life to the fullest
during that time...well...maybe i was jus a child..ikot ajer..
sogok aper pon suker..kalo komplen sepak ajer..
i led that kind of life for almost 6 years..
and cannot stand anymore...i had enough and decided
to change school..nearer to home..and yes..it was damn near..
which i took it for granted..
only 10mins of walking to the school..yet i still late..
the school starts at 7.30am..woke up at 7.00am
(pas solat subuh tdo balek) shower and put on the uniform
and everything must be ready by 7.15am..
and walked (smua pon nyaris2 jer)...hahahhah
again..everything was fine...
jus a past which made what i ve become today..
well..enough missing of the good old days..
lets welcome the future and cherish the good past..
left the bad behind..
im through writing for the day...adeh
p/s: regards to all SKSHAS teachers..(ckg norzita,sir sandra,
sir kumar,ckg ramli,ckg wan sahar,ckg chong,uztaz khairul anwar..
the list going on)
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