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The other day (10th june) i went to my secondary school that i've longing to go for the last two months... what i saw was surprising! have i been gone that long??? i didnt feel that that was the same school that i'd spent my five years of growing up. smka al-irshad. *it is still awkward for me to say the name out loud, even after 7 years...

I would feel nervous each time people ask me about my 2ndary school. I dont like that kind of question. 'smka al-irshad', i would say half-heartedly if people ask which school i came from.. i don't think i'm a good example of an islamic school student. i don't like being labelled as a 'good' girl to the extent that some people had some unnecessary feel of respect towards me- which i honestly know that i don't deserve it. i'm not that 'good'. i'm just like everybody. 

i'm just a normal plain girl, in this case, girl guide! :)

I wasn't alone though, i went to the school with one of my best friends Anis Farhanah. I was sooo thrilled when she told me the night before that she will be joining me to school :) I waited for her at the school anxiously. as soon as she called me telling me that she has entered the school compound, i went looking for her. my eyes found her seconds later and how surprised i was seeing her thinner ! Not that she was fat before but she was a little bit chubby the last time i saw her-healthy kind of chubby :) i was so happy to see her, really happy...

Anis Farhanah (2nd from left) - this shot is two years ago..

Without wasting any time we were off to the school office to take our SPM certificate, which some of us doesnt realise that the cert. exists-waiting for them for more than a year now- to our surprise, there was another certificate, the GCEO Level certificate was also waiting for us to claim (this one, i didnt know that it existed ). When kak Azura, the clerk handed us our GCE certs. a tint of proudness suddenly filled my veins, why? because at the left side bottom of it stamped the University of Cambridge logo. HEHE. 

*the post is gonna be three pages long if i kept saying to many details, i'll try to shorten up the story...

After the short visit to the office, we went to the surau to look for sir said, our favourite teacher taught us our favourite subject-English of course! haha. *why 'haha' ? i dont know either...
we went to surau, we'd been told that he was at dewan makan. we went to dewan makan, we'd been told that he went to the canteen! Oh men, it was ridiculous... we ended up circling the school looking for him...and of course we met some other teacher 1. ustazah faizah fauziah *oh god, forgive me coz i dont remember her name.. 2. teacher tengku (chemistry) then, finally (really relieve and happy tone) there he was, sir said. he was walking towards us. we talk for a few minutes but he had a class so we had to say goodbye :( 

After seeing him, both of us was undeniably obviously desperately want to be a 17 years old girl again-sitting side by side in our class, 5 al-radzi, composing some helpless romantic essays for sir said to mark them with his pink pen. *daydreaming for a moment...

some best moments with my beloved friends :)

Seconds later we bumped into another teacher, ustaz Muslim Ibrahim our Arabic language teacher... he's a very good and excellent ustaz, and because of that i dont feel comfortable talking, or facing him :( you see, i kinda have a  some unpleasant learning experience with him. i have always been horrible in arabic.. and ustaz muslim was sooo kind and sooo supportive that he never gave up on me.. even after i failed the subject for a couple of times- an A was never close! if i achieved C in my exam, i would feel as happy as those who had gotten an A+. I was helpless... 

To sum up, i was am embarass. when i was in form 1, i would be the last person to be able to answer his pop quiz and that was because he gave me the most basic and idiot question EVER! even more embarassing, there are times that i couldnt answer even one of his questions.. thanks to Ainatul Mardhiah and Husniyah Othman and Liyana Fairuz for helping me survived my arabic class... secretly, i nicknamed ustaz muslim as the death angel... 

*death angel because as soon as i saw his shadow, my heart would thumped like soooo fast, i'll be sooo scared and everyday i would wish that he'll absent so that i wouldnt see him... so that i'll be in peace...but at the same time, he never treats me like any other students, he treats me like i'm a little girl who is lost, which i was in his class... and i really really really appreciate that! that was why he was my death angel...

Ainatul Mardhiah <3

we talked to ustaz muslim for a few minutes but it felt much longer than a few minutes, it felt like hours, to me. when we were on our way to the hall i realized that i was gasping for air for no obvious reason, we werent even running! I guess i wasnt even breathing when we were talking to ustaz muslim earlier... 

At the hall, we met another favourite teacher teaching another favourite subject, Cikgu Jamsari Hussain, our art teacher... there was some jokes and laughs which are compulsory if you had a conversation with him even for a short second :) when we had to leave, i knew that he didnt want us to go, i knew that there was soo many things he wants to say to us... but we had to go... maybe next time cikgu :)