my memory: leaving 25... (p2)
i feel a mild regret when thinking back, the joy we had while celebrating our last day in primary school as i miss those days that much now. when we were that young, to pass the border of 12 years old, entering the secondary school, meant we were growing up. it was the beginning of something new. new uniform, new environment, new friends, new teachers etc. the curiousity was that bang, as we felt like we had treasured that much back when we were at primary school. we wanted to be like our brothers, sisters.
evenso, the last few days in school left me with quite a memory. hanging out with my best buddy - Nizam and then chasing for teachers' autograph etc. made me felt like how much i didn't want actually leave the place. a sweet notes from a teacher in my autograph that always put a big smile on me. 'Wish you all the best. May be someday i'm going to see you as our next prime minister or may be the 6th one'. Sadly, it's not possible now to think that Pak Lah already there as our 5th PM and then we have bunch of talented candidates for next generation, plus i don't even think that i'm able to be a politician. To revisit such moment of receiving the note was really flattering, and how much i appreciate the way people saw me back when i was a child. I was that BIG. hehehe...
i was on my holiday because of 'bersunat' thing, when we received call from mak nah telling bout the offer letter to pursue my study at SEMSAS. my first reaction was not so convincing as i haven't heard the school name at first and to know my best buddy Nizam got an offer to SAS. The mild fear of how life would turn out if i were alone without friend there sparked and i was pretty worried actually to think that. may be being 12, i was too naive to judge life, and i think it was normal when i delved back on how i'd never been living, sleeping far away from my own family upon went to the school.
my heart was torned on the decision as i felt like to stay and go to sekolah rantau petronas, but to be accepted to boarding school was such a privilege, on those days and to turn down the offer meant something ain't grateful. like everybody was hoping to get a place there.
mixed feeling, to encounter such half-willing decision, but i decided to give a try and i wanted to proof that i could be like my big cousin who went to STAR previously. Well, our family always made up that i would follow the foot step of him later on.
it wasn't a good start. i was blushed like hell hiding my worried upon my registration there. with all the raging stories, and seeing to many people in the great hall, welcoming us the freshies really gave birth to tonnes of butterflies in my tummy. i was so nervous to know the fact that i'd be living with those people who i barely know and need to do all those chores on my own. kids...i guess everybody felt that way when i think those moment back now. may be they were not, may be they were...
evenso, the last few days in school left me with quite a memory. hanging out with my best buddy - Nizam and then chasing for teachers' autograph etc. made me felt like how much i didn't want actually leave the place. a sweet notes from a teacher in my autograph that always put a big smile on me. 'Wish you all the best. May be someday i'm going to see you as our next prime minister or may be the 6th one'. Sadly, it's not possible now to think that Pak Lah already there as our 5th PM and then we have bunch of talented candidates for next generation, plus i don't even think that i'm able to be a politician. To revisit such moment of receiving the note was really flattering, and how much i appreciate the way people saw me back when i was a child. I was that BIG. hehehe...
i was on my holiday because of 'bersunat' thing, when we received call from mak nah telling bout the offer letter to pursue my study at SEMSAS. my first reaction was not so convincing as i haven't heard the school name at first and to know my best buddy Nizam got an offer to SAS. The mild fear of how life would turn out if i were alone without friend there sparked and i was pretty worried actually to think that. may be being 12, i was too naive to judge life, and i think it was normal when i delved back on how i'd never been living, sleeping far away from my own family upon went to the school.
my heart was torned on the decision as i felt like to stay and go to sekolah rantau petronas, but to be accepted to boarding school was such a privilege, on those days and to turn down the offer meant something ain't grateful. like everybody was hoping to get a place there.
mixed feeling, to encounter such half-willing decision, but i decided to give a try and i wanted to proof that i could be like my big cousin who went to STAR previously. Well, our family always made up that i would follow the foot step of him later on.
it wasn't a good start. i was blushed like hell hiding my worried upon my registration there. with all the raging stories, and seeing to many people in the great hall, welcoming us the freshies really gave birth to tonnes of butterflies in my tummy. i was so nervous to know the fact that i'd be living with those people who i barely know and need to do all those chores on my own. kids...i guess everybody felt that way when i think those moment back now. may be they were not, may be they were...