Our Memories 2010

Assalamualaikumwarahmatullahiwabarakatuh. Maaf sangat2 sebab dah lama tak update blog ni. Anyway, kelewatan ini disebabkan oleh jadual yang sangat pack dan diri yang sangat seronok bercuti. Oleh itu, pada cuti beberapa hari yang lalu ni saya telah pun godek2 laptop lama saya kat rumah tu. Dan saya jumpa la karya-karya lama saya. So today, sebab masa saya still suntuk jugak, saya share je la salah satu penulisan saya zaman muda2 dulu. However, saya punya karya ni bukan original ye, saya adapt from one of my school magazines article, PEMBINA 2005

“Woi Azri! Ayah ko dah tunggu lama dah kat bawah!” yelled Faris. Wah too soon. I haven’t even packed my stuffed yet. We have just finished our SPM just now and we were going home for the holidays today. I actually didn’t feel the exams. It all passed so swiftly. It came and it went. Not much to talk about. You might think that I’m some such a smart aleck to be talking like this but I’m not. The SPM was hard and now I’ll just have to wait for the results.

               

How am I going to pack all of this? I looked at my dormitory locker and saw the load that I would be carrying home. Without further ado, I shoved everything into my bags. My bags were almost stuffed when suddenly, I came upon my old photo album. Well it weren’t that old anyway. I flipped it open and there was a picture of me and my dorm mates when I was in Form 1. I could still remember how it was 5 years ago.

               

Form 1. Only one thing comes to mind when I think of Form 1. Juniors, yeah, we were juniors. Nobody liked being a junior. I bet you don’t also. As juniors we had to respect our seniors and when I say respect, I mean RESPECT. Bullying was synonymous with juniors especially Form 1’s. Even the smallest mistake could bring doom to you. You’d probably end up doing half an hour of half-standing or even do squat jumps hundred times. We were used to punishment and maybe that’s why how I became thinner (well a bit thinner anyway…) than before. If we couldn’t stand a certain punishment some of us fake fainting and our seniors would excuse us. It was an old trick in the book. But you know what? It worked! Looking back at what happened in Form 1, I laughed by myself. It was full of funny and unforgettable experiences.

               

There were also a lot of bad things that I’ve done during my years in MOZAC. I’m just going to share a few with you. I still remember, the time when we ditched a certain function at night and hung around in the dorm. I thought there was only a few of us but when I arrived, it was like a party. There were so many boys. It must have been 1/6 of the whole male population in MOZAC. We were like maniacs in the dorm. Playing firecrackers throughout the whole night. Sounds fun huh? We also told stories about our lives and what the future would bring for us. Lame? Not at all. It was really interesting to hear other people’s stories and their lives. Some were really touching stories and some were funny that made us laughed our heads off.

                

There were also a lot of things I learnt during my Form 5 year. Apart from academics, I learnt how to socialize, how to be more disciplined, how to be a good follower and a good leader. I also learned how to like someone. Living together in the past 5 years we have created a really close bond between our batch. We were like brothers and sisters in a whole big family, helping each other, growing up together. It’s interesting watching my friends grew up although we quarreled sometimes.

               

I shoved the remaining of my locker into my bags and made a way to the car. As the car passed the main gate, I took a last glance at MOZAC. The memories that MOZAC gave me will always be cherished in my mind.

                Goodbye. Thank you, MOZAC!