I miss those days... If I had the power to turn back time, I would choose my teenage years.Boys were not our priorities. Although I can't deny that they were just as important as my lip balm.Still, life was great with, or without them.These are the people I spent my first 2 yrs of secondary life with. For some, thru out my 4 yrs.Whatever happened to them?Some I'm still in contact with. Some I hear from once a yr. Some, sadly, just disappeared.From left:
SAFIYYAThe reserved yet brilliantly a genius. Ended up in one of the best classes after the Sec 2 streaming.
Diam-diam ubi berisi. Tak macam aku. Tong kosong. Where is she now? How's she doing? I have no idea.
ISMAWATIAnother quiet one. But ever ready with a smile. I remember during one of the Sports Day we had, her mother helped out sewing skirts for the whole class. That's no easy job, mind you. With such short notice, she did a wonderfully magnificent job.
RAIHANA.k.a BAWANG. I totally forgot how she got the nickname. But hers is the only one that was stuck with her. Until now. But Bawang, who can forget her. Who can ever forget the first day of school when she came with a giant sunflower plastered on her big Diana Ross curly hair. Oh, I could've just rolled over and died of unstoppable laughter, man! But I was smart enough not to. God knows she could've been one mafia. First day of school isn't it?
But this girl ended up being one of my closest buddies. We just clicked. However, work and other commitments made us grew apart. But never forgotten.
RAFIDAHThis one was the posh one. But a bit selenge-posh also lah. She was the one who started with calling me Lizzie. Made me wear a pink ribbon and took photos coz I hated pink to da max last time. The last I heard of her was that she's a Singapore Girl. Now, God knows..
MEYup. That's me last time. Always wanna be in the light but still a low-profiler. I don't talk to people unless I'm talked to. But once you get to know the real me, I'm just a nutcase. Should I say I'm still the same me like 10 yrs ago? I don't know. Ask these people.
SITI MAISARAHThe one with the mighty long hair.
Nampak aje lawa, tapi selenge jugak. Macam aku. She's one of the closest buddies I had. One of the Locomamas. That's what we were last time. Childish. She was my makan kaki, my going to school buddy, my
member lepak in school and outside of school, my sleeping partner.. ahh.. this one brings back memories. We actually slept facing each other during one of the boring literature lesson. And dear Mrs YMC had to knock on our desks to wake us up. And also my chat buddy. We make a great team booking the comps. And this girl remains contactable till now. She's none other than Pwincess Purple. Pwincess? Hell no! More like Purple Freak. Even Barney
pun kalah..SHARIFAH ANISAH SYED MURTAZA ALJUNIEDYup, I remember her full name alright. She's the arab beauty of the school. I remember fighting with her for the OHP mirror. Dat OHP was the unofficial dressing table of our classroom, fyi. The last I saw her was during her grand and wet wedding. Beautiful as she can be. Like one Arab princess. Last I heard of her is dat she's a mother of one now. She still sends an SMS every now and then.
FARIHAHOne of the locomamas. Pretty close. But not as close as I had wanted to. I remember coming over to her place during Raya and doing the Barney jump. Alah.. yang lompat abeh tapping ur heels up in the air either to the left or right.. I dono.. That house just got the Barney aura. She was the one who had a thing for Chinese guys. Now happily a teacher in one of the secondary schools in the west.
HASIBAHOne of the selenger clan also. (
See people, I'm not the only ones, for crying out loud!) My NCC buddy. I remember her admitting that she made use of me during the 2.4km run. She let me run ahead of her all the time, and then during the last dash, she just potong jalan. Ape ko ingat aku nie kayu ukur kape? Takpe... Nonetheless she was also my buddy when we escaped from our weekly morning mass run. As everyone was running out of the parade square into the road outside, we detoured up the stairs to the fourth floor where it's secluded and hid under a desk and pulled the chair right in. Cukup masa, dengan muka sardin, jalan gi classroom, eksyen berpeluh-peluh. That was kerja bodoh man.. But still memorable.
So that was just some of the memories I had with these people. If I could write a book on my teenage days in school, it would be a never-ending one. I miss them all. Even those not in the picture. Even those who only etched a scratch in my memory space.I would trade anything to have time spend with those people back then. Not now. Now, everyone's changed. Even I have. That's what I hate about time too. It changes things.
