Bertarikh 3 oktober 2009(kalau tak silap) sekolah saya mengadakan jamuan raya untuk semua pelajar-pelajar dan warga sekolah. Jamuan tersebut sangat lah meriah. Tak terkata meriahnya. Siap ada pertandingan menyanyi antara setiap rumah sukan. Haha,dengan bangganya saya menyatakan juaranya adalah rumah sukan saya. Juara untuk kedua-dua kategori iaitu kategori solo dan berkumpulan. Hidup Citrine! Huhu. Lepas tamat semua aktiviti, semua warga kelas saya iaitu kelas 4 Al-Farghani masing-masing bersedia untuk mengambil gambar warga kelas kami sahaja. Kali ni tak ada semangat assabiyah dah. Hehe. Banyak lagi nak cerita tapi banyak urusan perlu diselesaikan. InsyaAllah lain kali ye. Oh,tolong doakan saya untuk final exam saya yang bakal datang menjengah tak lama lagi ni. Saya doa kan untuk kita semua jugak. Jangan risau okay?
*kat atas tu gambar warga kelas 4 Al-Farghani selepas jamuan tamat. Orang lain semua da balek dorm,kami je yang sibuk berposing kat atas pentas tu. hehe. Mungkin tak nampak clear,tapi jadilah buat kenangan. =P
As soon as I arrived at Klang and on my way to go home, I received a call from ain. I thought she was about to ask me to go out for this weekend. Well,I mean nothing much serious than I expected. But everything turned to be different. I received the news that one of my primary school's friend passed away. I was speechless. He was one of my closest friends when I was in primary. After a few years I didn't get to see him in person, finally I heard he has gone. The worst part is I didn't even get the chance to meet him for the last time. The chance to say how much I missed our childish attitude. The chance to ask how he manage his life in boarding school. And the chance to have the very last conversation with him. But everything is just a wish that will never come true. Allah loves him more. May his soul rest in peace. I told Farah,and she was just like me. No words could utter from her mouth. Losing a person is not easy. Eventhough he is not here with us, but I do believe everyone who knows him loves him just like I do.
Al-Fatihah.
I'm home again for this weekend. Haha,silly! Just went back to hostel for about 4 days and now I'm home again. Spending my short holiday wisely. Yeah,right! Actually,I was planning to stay at hostel for this weekend and refused to go back since it will be just another two weeks for Raya. But then,I need to finish some works so here I am. Sitting in front of my computer,updating my beloved blog. Ouwh,talking about Raya, I haven't prepared anything yet for Raya except the baju kurung. The theme for this year? Not sure,need to check again. Haha! Honestly,this is my first Ramadhan without my NANIRO. Wondering how their Ramadhan is. I miss miss miss them so bad! Updates from their blog are enough to make me smile.
I bet fasting month is a bless from Allah to me. I do not face any sleepy diseases in class so far in which it is incurable disease for me before this. Even when the teacher is not in the class, even when I saw everyone is enjoying their slumber in the class, I prefer to finish my homework or did something else rather than switch off my eyes. Weird huh? Haha. Hopefully it will last. I do not wish to get sleepy in class. Its suffocating! Oh,Romaizatul Shaqira. She turns sixteen years old today. Happy birthday sweetie! I pray may Allah bless you in every single thing you do. Our birthday both in fasting month! How lucky to us right?
"Every cloud has a silver lining". So,words never lie,huh? What's that supposed to mean? A muslim's obligation, 5.30 a.m today, I woke up and had my sahur together with mum and dad. After performed my Subuh prayer, I was planning to continue my homework after that since I accidently fall asleep last night. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. When I was about to open my book and took a pen from my pencil case, electric supply was out of service! Damn it! It's only me left in the house while dad sent mum to her office. Raining heavily outside, oh, absolutely the sun will not show itself this morning. Where should I get source of light? Candles were nowhere to be found.
Torchlight? I've no idea where dad put that thing. Come on! Don't tell me this is how my day would began for today. I glanced at the clock, 7 o'clock? Oh dear! What am I supposed to do in this house alone by myself? The darkness that surrounded me gave me a creepy look. At last, I think I better get some sleep. 'Perhaps the people are doing their job' my mind said. But still, after a few hours waiting with hopes, there's no sign my wish would come true. Can I watch tv please? Arghh! So, the best way to get out myself out of this boredness, I took my mp3. Oh,it can't be happening! The mp3 was running out of battery,need to be charged. Fine,handphone is there, isn't it? Ah,not again! Battery low? Aish..it switched off automatically before I had a chance to text mum, telling my condition. There you go.
I was like a mad person, searching for anything I could do to kill the time. Finally, 2.15 p.m, I heard sounds of tv from my room. Yippie! My patience is not a waste! Lalala... Berbuka time! Right before azan Maghrib, my phone rang which means a text message received. From hotlink '...successfully topup with RM10'. I asked both my parents,sis and bro. No one admit. Haha! Another lucky day. Well, I bet they must have put the wrong number and accidently the money goes into my account. Say I'm mumbling? I don't care. I'm too happy to get furious with unnecessary things. Whoever you are "Mr, Mrs or Ms. Generous, I just want to thank you for making my day. Yeah, silver lining deserves it's name!
These are some of the pictures of my school. Keep telling about my school,I forgot to put the pictures here. Thanks to my "adik" in SABDA for providing this picture. =D
Where did I stop? Oh yeah! Okay,let's continue.
Honestly, it was a very pathetic Saturday I ever had in my whole life. Eventhough I laid my eyes on the television but my mind wasn't there. I kept thinking about my decision. Am I on the track? Depressed conquered my mind and I can't seem to see ways to get rid of it. At last,I continued mourning. Crying until I have no more tears to shed. Just imagine how fragile my feeling was. Before this , I tend to think that I am a strong girl. But deep inside my heart,I am just like any other girl who needs support from the loved ones. So, I took steps to the public phone-my favourite spot .
I called Mum,again, to lighten the stress. I tried to control my voice when I heard Mum talking. So I let Mum said everything she needs to say as I can't utter any words. I just want to hear Mum's voice,that's all. Every single thing that I need to hear,non-stop advices and moral support just to make sure her beloved daughter feel calm. Too bad,those words aren't good enough to fill my spirit. When I was about to end my conversation with Mum, I heard Mum said, they are going to visit me on the next day. Oh Allah! Only Allah knows how glad I was. I just can't wait to see the sun rise tomorrow.
After that,I looked for Farah and told her the great news for me. And she told the same thing to me. Our parents will come ; the joy that we've been looking for. As the next day began, I called Mum asking when they will arrive. Again,tears became a disease for me. My eyes were just like forbidden to stop crying when I saw my family. Blah blah blah. After spending a few hours with them,it's time to say farewell. Goodbye,loves! They left me alone, surviving with the environment that I hate. At night on the same day,prep class. With unwilling heart,I stepped in the class and did things I must finished. Around 11.30 o'clock, slumber time for me. I need to rest my eyes. They have been working too efficient today =) .
Monday arrived ; the beginning of my first week. As early as 5 a.m, my alarm clock started to shout loudly. I quickly get up and took shower as I hate to wait for lines. After performed Subuh prayer, Farah,Khadijah and I went to dining hall to take our breakfast. Blah blah blah. *skip skip skip*. Classroom time. I felt totally left out alone. At first, I was asked to sit beside an unknown girl who was in the same shoe as me, a new student. We both share our thoughts, the sadness. That was not enough for me to forget my mourning. Luckily,Khadijah asked to change place with some of them so both of us managed to sit beside each other. Alhamdulillah. Finally, I have a person whom I know I can rely on. Almost everyday for that one week,we talked about Andalas. Our mind can't just stop thinking about Andalas. About teachers to the students.
When Khadijah was about to build the strength in herself, I came and destroyed the strength. How bad I was! Sorry Khadijah, I didn't mean it but I just need someone to share this feeling. Sorry because I didn't notice it before! Because of an incident, I started to talk with the classmates. The first person I became close in that class(besides Khadijah) was the person who sits in front of me. As time goes by, I became close with him and he was the place I expressed my feeling. He was one of the best listeners in this world. He was also the person who responsible to enhance my spirits when I fall apart. As the first intake students,he told me everything to make me feel the calmness staying there. Sharing all the experiences he went through about a month living in that school before I came, I realize ; I can survive!
*to be continue.....
