Not to say that I hate to wear kebaya but wearing it under the hot sun is simply not my cup of tea. The presence of Sultanah Johor made the occasion formal that day. Yellow carpets and yellow tents were seen every where. But we missed the permasyuran ceremony, thanks to our escape skills which have been practiced since what.. 8 years ago?
It was 9 years since the SPM days. The school changed here and there. No more getik girl without tudung loitering around [except for us srikandi bunnies.haha]. Even the cadets didn't look sexy enough, not without they famous seluar ketat yang ahh..menunjukkan bontot yang hots. Aha, which I don't think the Renjer have the privilege to wears skirts like our time.. Hehe. Even some part of the school and dormitory changed. I mean, block B [tengku arfah] girl won't suffer from pekakness anymore since the band room has been moved to blok A [Tun Teja]. Tapi jangan risau, aku gerenti diorang boleh still tido even band membising dengan hebatnya di bawah.
Few things still remain the same. You can still smell the sweetness of shower foam and shampoo as you reached the dormitories. The scenery of toiletries arranged in colourful small basket we still there. Shoes and persyen were neatly arranged outside. During my time, they were supposed to be inside except for prefect sebab prefect tak best. Haha. The compartment was still full of dust and rubbish, which bring the memory, macamana aku boleh duduk menyorok tu dengan Fadzi walaupun keadaan sangat sempit dan keji. Kan senang kalau pergi je prep tu? Sheesh. Also, my scariness of seeing Pn. Hajjah and Pn. Radziah the disciplies teachers were still the same. Hehe. I wonder why.
Every places I go and see that day remind me of bitter sweet stories I shared for 5 wonderful years. I used to hate my school and wish the school days would be over coz I can't wait to be outside, boy scouting and socializing. Every morning when I woke up, I will cry or feel like crying realizing I was still there but if given chance today, I would want to go back to the years of mind free and headache less. Dancing under the rain [dan kene marah warden lepas tu], laughing with your friends even kene round tennis court sepuluh kali sebab ponteng senaman pagi, feasting with tembikai and iron pressed toast and even kene rotan after making so much noise over nothing.
It was great, the memory was great. Everything was great, including the shopping spree at Singapore after that. Hihi.
I just don't know how to describe it. Maybe pictures speaks louder than words.
Anyway, Happy 50th Birthday STF. You made me who I am today [whatever that means].
We'll be the guide, we'll be the light
And be your pride
United we stand, Tun Fatimah!
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