.a flower among the thorns.
*Group 37* - Hanif Malique: kalau g lec esok tolong tandekan name thanx sooo much
- nik fareez: bleh tlg tak?
nik fareez: kalo org tak g lect esk...tlg tandekn name... - hans kolh3r: wei
hans kolh3r: pegi lec esok, tnde aku yg ensem
org pi lecture nak dapatkan ilmu
aku pi sbb nak tanda kedatangan dieorg??
apekaahhh??
haha..tgk gak la kalo pi..
pi kot.. of course..
igt nak amik cuti 5 hari lah kan...
tp takpe, klas ID arini pi
sok lecture pathphys pun pi..
bagus btol layla ni kan?
***
dah2..
slept at 10.15pm
and woke up at 1.15am later
having green jasmine tea at the moment..
aahh...
kalo tgh lepak kat uptown kota damansara
maunye abg nizar belanja mkn
dah name pun isteri takde kat semenanjung
***
ignore my manglish language eyh?
can't be bothered about it now.. *sigh*
*seriously, did i actually jump higher than them?*oh yeah, watched (Tentang Bulan) for the 3rd time
at dinner time
this story reminds me
when i was living in a village surrounding
back in 1996
recollecting memories staying temporarily in kampung
for almost a month plus
at Kampung Batu 27, Lenga, Muar
with my all-time fav atok & nenek! =)
that time, abah & mama went to Mecca
to perform Haj during that season
and abah sent us back to kampung
so that nenek can take good care of us
while they were away
and both my grandparents did an excellent job!
yeay!
i remembered having (Shahila's) character
encircled by boys
walking up and down, back and forth of the kampung
playing softballs and go 'hitch-hiking'
turning into a wild-kampung-girl from KL!
haha..
i don't know if my new friends i had made
still remembers me or not..
taufiq(fought with shamsuddin to get me!), shamsuddin, amirul(now at RCSI), balqish, angah, nadia, hishamuddin(my pet brother)..
ah...forgotten their names..my bad.. =(
let me quote a conversation i had with shamsuddin
while we were cycling around the kampung
and as always
i was the only flower among the thorn.
the days are now left behind
but the memories are still here
everytime i balik kampung
i never fail to past through the school i went
the ABC shop that we, school kids go during the hot sunny day
the road where we cycled and talked and talked non-stop about life and KL
and i never met them again later when i was back in KL.
but nenek will keep me updated about most of my friends
i miss everything about nenek
how i miss her roti telur early in the morning and her hot black tea
how i miss kacau-ing her when she was at the front sweeping the floor sambil berkemban (oopssss...nenek ROCK!!)
how i miss atok that never stops smiling at us and never scold anyone in his lifetime
how i miss atok handing me a durian but till now i'll refuse eating it
how i miss taufiq ngorating me.. (haha..but i like his elder twin brother better!) but he fails
how i miss riding motocycle with huda but never learn how to ride it myself (so takut okayh!)
how i miss having a temporary so-called boyfriend(a top student taw!) but then clashed after i was back in KL
how i miss gossiping about the celebrities lifestyle but we never knew them
at dinner time
this story reminds me
when i was living in a village surrounding
back in 1996
recollecting memories staying temporarily in kampung
for almost a month plus
at Kampung Batu 27, Lenga, Muar
with my all-time fav atok & nenek! =)
that time, abah & mama went to Mecca
to perform Haj during that season
and abah sent us back to kampung
so that nenek can take good care of us
while they were away
and both my grandparents did an excellent job!
yeay!
i remembered having (Shahila's) character
encircled by boys
walking up and down, back and forth of the kampung
playing softballs and go 'hitch-hiking'
turning into a wild-kampung-girl from KL!
haha..
i don't know if my new friends i had made
still remembers me or not..
taufiq(fought with shamsuddin to get me!), shamsuddin, amirul(now at RCSI), balqish, angah, nadia, hishamuddin(my pet brother)..
ah...forgotten their names..my bad.. =(
let me quote a conversation i had with shamsuddin
while we were cycling around the kampung
and as always
i was the only flower among the thorn.
'layla, pi balik la. tolong nenek awak masak. awak tuh perempuan.'
'sham, nenek ok je. nenek tau kan layla kawan dengan sape..'
'ye laa..tapi awak tuh perempuan. kan lagi elok tolong buat keje rumah ke, keje dapur ke...'
'tak mau. nak ikut korang. blaja masak boleh nanti-nanti. lagipun kalo nak tolong, bukan nenek bagi masuk dapur pun. nenek suruh main jauh-jauh. nak buat camner...hehe..'
'haih..suka hati awak la layla.. sham sian tengak nenek je..'
the days are now left behind
but the memories are still here
everytime i balik kampung
i never fail to past through the school i went
the ABC shop that we, school kids go during the hot sunny day
the road where we cycled and talked and talked non-stop about life and KL
and i never met them again later when i was back in KL.
but nenek will keep me updated about most of my friends
i miss everything about nenek
how i miss her roti telur early in the morning and her hot black tea
how i miss kacau-ing her when she was at the front sweeping the floor sambil berkemban (oopssss...nenek ROCK!!)
how i miss atok that never stops smiling at us and never scold anyone in his lifetime
how i miss atok handing me a durian but till now i'll refuse eating it
how i miss taufiq ngorating me.. (haha..but i like his elder twin brother better!) but he fails
how i miss riding motocycle with huda but never learn how to ride it myself (so takut okayh!)
how i miss having a temporary so-called boyfriend(a top student taw!) but then clashed after i was back in KL
how i miss gossiping about the celebrities lifestyle but we never knew them
how i miss eating mee hoon in a plastic with the pedas sambal kicap
how i miss questioned by ustazah about fara'id (damn!) and never understood this subject till now
how i miss being popular cause i was the only free-hair kiddo in school
how i miss the laughters and crackling jokes when we were lepaking at the front door step of nenek's house
how i miss reciting a poem during an assembly and received a BIG round of applause..
*hustle & bustle of city life*yeah, i just miss every second being there
and yes, i love the session of 'jaga tepi kain orang' at kampung rather than those yang 'jaga tepi kain orang' here.. (seriously!)
cause orang-orang tua pun tumpang sekaki and they will keep on reminding us not to talk bad, just to get ourself updated about others..
ooppssss...
p.s: terpanjang plak this entry.. *wink wink*
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