It's a weekend in Alor Setar... so happy weekends ya. I had some projects renovating my kitchen with the land lord. Dum dam dum bising bunyinya. Dust were everywhere. While waiting for the contractors to settle for the day, i chatted via the FB with my BFFs. Felt lucky to have more than one BFF.
One updated me about my dear friend. He's doing good and soon to be promoted. My other BFF reminded my days when i was in school. Oh girls, i missed you so so so much. School was my best days. I was in the science stream (back then we have science, engineered science, art & literature, economics and commerce). But i took a few paper in the art stream... so i major in science and minor in art. But i scored A1 for art and just enough for science.. haha should've taken art as my major instead.
So, here is my BFF Nana Nordin a.k.a 66 her trademark. She is now a mother and a wife. Happily married. We used to go to school together, stay in one kampung, roared the hostel rooms and roam the school lobbies. We met in Form 1. During our primary school, we're a Zainabians alright but she was Zainab (2) and i was in Zainab (1) primary school. After the UPSR, we met in Secondary Zainab (1), the Elite Girl School. (Elite lah sangat at that time kan)..
We stayed in the school hostels but were in separate dormitories. We had our prep room next to each other, decorated our prep tables with art paper etc. We had big sisters and lil sisters going all around for us but with different objectives. Nana was a petite cheerful girl as she was so, lots of the sisters adored and admired her cuteness. That's totally the opposite of me but most of the girls came looking for me asking me to make creative hand made cards for birthdays, friendship days, V-day and sort. Some even asked me to make cards for each ceremony they have. I used to make money out of these cards. I did well. Both of us enjoyed hostel days. We went for outings during the weekends, had family brought us food and picnic with the other girls, joined the themed yearly graduation night and we were even quarantined in the hostel hall for having flee (kutu) with the rest of 200 girls. No one were allowed to be in the dormitories. Hahaha what a moment.
In school, Nana was a cheerful, witty and happy go lucky girl. She's so well with everyone. Oh, our school is an all girls school. So no boys around. Get the atmosphere? We basically did everything together. We joined one of the famous uniform bodies i.e Briged Bakti (core with marching, camping and ropes, first aid techniques--- the basic scout but we have pengurusan jenazah as one of the core module). We took computer classes, joined drama plays, swing our heads in choral speaking, and though we're in different sport unit we cheered each other all lungs out. Hahaha.. We admired the same male teacher, bullied one or two juniors, went to various national boot camp trips and annual BBNK competitions.
Nana's family lived the same Kampung as i am. But she decided to stay at home and i stayed hostel born until a few years. Then i followed her. We went to school together. When her family moved nearer to our school, i basically walked to her house with her everyday. We had our lunch which was bought or cooked by her parents, did our homework, took our evening nap in her room, gossiped, peeped the boys school in front of her house and we giggled. We went to our march training and had sunburns. All pitched, silky dark brown faces which took me almost 7 years to recover. We had our crushes. We escorted each other during dates. Those were the days. I missed it.
Today, Nana was so nice to share me some of her collections of my picture and us together. I was not a photo collector back days, I was not photogenic and no i was not b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l with all the sunburn like overly tanned look, big spec and "healthy" hostel cooking. Hehe.. But to see those pictures made me cry.. how i missed those days. Here's what she shared... funny.
Laugh as you may but i really missed this. But, we must see what lies ahead and remember that these are what made who i am today. Hah... i cut the pictures like tulips... most of the oiginal photos, i'd cut them and i had none to save for myself. kena balik cari ni. Huhu..
Well readers... remembering is not a sin, hanging too much to it stopped your growth. Let go and you'll find happiness in life. Create more experiences. The more you have, the better.
Bye.
XOXO
Anne
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