Forum in SMK Astana

For this past few weeks, a friend of mine has been consulting me, asking for advices regarding her family issues and studies. She has a bit misunderstanding between her parents and her siblings. She wants to further study and go to college/universities but it seems like she's bounded with her family approval. Allah, it is a great test for her indeed. Her mother wouldnt let her go to university unless it is in Pahang. Precisely saying, in Kuantan. She has been pouring out her trouble, misery to me. I am all ears to whatever she said. She is just pretending to be fine but all I know, her inside is wrecking and crumpled. Allah, I beg You to ease her burden, and also please soothe her family to give her permission to pursue her dreams.

So back to the topic. Last Friday I was invited to SMK Astana at Jalan Sg Lembing. I was there to give talk/motivate form 5 students. What? Motivate? Choked! Yeah, that was my first expression when the teacher called me. Of couse I was being formal, but as soon as I hanged up, WHATTT TO GIVE TALK?? Believe me, I was pacing up and down the house,no it more likely I was running. You know that feeling when you suddenly get butterflies in your stomach. I've never given talks what more to motivate people. Im much better when they come to me personally asking for insights, but to give talk in front of crowd is a big no. I tend to be anxious and stuttered as if people stare at me and judging me. But of course they arent, but that feeling keep hitting me.

So in the end, I wasnt called up to stage because the teacher picked us randomly. How relieved! But I do want to share a bit of my experience to them but it turned out that way. Nvm really.Next thing is we had LDK and sharing session. I was not sure what to say when they didnt even ask us questions. A bit awkward there, so we had to approach them. It turned out that, they were so funny. They always laughed and made jokes. Allah, I feel blessed already. An Indian boy asked me a lot of questions. I could feel that he wants to succeed based on the way he asked me eagerly. They may not good academically, but who knows they can be excellent in social/life skills. I really hope that Allah shower them with His blessings and give them spirit to do well in their life and contribute for ummah in whatever they do. Please spark their life with rahmah and hopes. May they find someone who can bring them to the right path insya-Allah.

Life as a BRASSian.

I was sitting on the couch and literally looking outside the windowsills this morning. The coldness of the morning bit my toes giving me a chill throughout the body. I could smell the same ambience like before. Sighing "how I miss going to school".

Yeay you might sick after hearing like trillion times "how I miss going to school" uttered from my mouth. That's the fact cant be denied. No matter how old are you or how much experience you have, you will always feel the same thing. 

The memories somehow paraded in my head like an old tape. My mom used to make quick fried rice. She just took about 5 minutes to make me breakfast when I was rushing to go to school. It was hard to wake me up. Even the loudest alarm could not beat the barrier of my eardrums. So mom would woke me up almost everyday. There were times where I was too fatigue and I slept like a log, so my mom screamed like a mad people while nagging at me which made me jump out of the bed as the result from being too shocked. Haha. 

For almost every morning I woke up and running, jumping and sliding like a ninja before going to school. In fact, I liked doing things at the eleventh hour. I did not iron my uniform the night before which was one of the reason I was late going to school. If you ever saw me at the school wearing a nice ironed uniform, you will never know that it was wrinkled beneath the hijab and under the top. It saved my time from doing that! In spite of me being late, I took long time in the bathroom. I couldnt figure out why but 15 minutes in the shower room was ridiculous! 

I rummaged through my drawer and the pile of clothes searching for a pair of sock. I still remember how I went to school wearing mismatched socks. How unorganized! When I was in form 1, I was caught for being late. You know that feeling when you were a newbie in a new school and you were late and there was nobody in the street. It was like I was sentenced to death from electrocution! But as time passes by, and you become a senior, you will never chicken out anymore. haha

My mom made me egg sandwiches as meal box for a week in a row! It had became a common thing till my classmates knew that I will eat my sandwiches in the class after we had our daily assembly. Every morning they saw me eating nasi goreng, egg sandwiches and nuggets. haha I ate them even after we had started our class session. And some of them went, "cikguuuu, dahlia makan dalam kelas". I did not get any scold because all teachers knew about me eating in the class. So they will let me go. After that, my classmates started to bring their own meal box. So we rarely went to the canteen. Not to mention our night classes, we had the same thing ; eating. We bought cookies, chocolate and even burgers! Killing two birds with one stone? haha study and eating at the same time. But of course, we focused and paid attention to our teachers. And to be concluded, 5 Cendekia always eat in the class without any permission.

I miss my tablemate. Nur Aqilah Binti Mohd Rosli. My tablemate, my best friend. We used to sing during Math sessions. To English songs, Malay songs, even Korean and Japanese songs! We were too loud that our friends behind us were irked. We love to make fun of each other, mocking each other and made beach sound because of one of us felt giddy. Have I ever mentioned before there were only 7 boys out of 34 students in our class? 3/4 were conquered by us the girls! So the class were totally chaotic. We acted like there weren't any boys in there. Poor them.

As a prefect, I really enjoy being one. Every morning, prefects would line up and do some annual checking to BRASSians. I would go mad when our underlings didnt do their job. So literally I was a good prefect. haha nahh, no I was not. I am a bad one haha even my underlings knew how playful I was. So briefly saying, this is my whole story about my life as a student. BRASS will always be in my heart always despite being 'sekolah luar bandar'. The best sekolah luar bandar in Kuantan!

These guys are the reason why my life as a high-schooler is damn awesome!