slamat raye ppl....ak x smpt nk meng-upd8-kn korg ngn mende2 jdik kt cni...n i'm suro korg pown bz..
newy,pose n raye kt cni mmg xde feel...ari2 blek buke smple2,then soknye pose lag...rndu kowt kt mesia..huhu
kalo korg g open ouse ke,pe ke...igt2 r ak cnie ek..
19.9.09
28.8.09
A visit to TGB
It was the evening of me third day in Tangkak when I paid a visit to the beloved MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba, the place where Lord Hosni was born. To my surprise, the security guard allow me to wander in the college compound with my uncle’s bike and he even treated me nicely, with a long chat that I entertained not-so-full-heartedly. He reminds me of an old security guard back in my beloved college in Seremban.
So I wander around in the college compound, capturing a few pictures with my Daun, of places that are nostalgic for me. But before I manage to visit my old classroom, another security guard rode his bike approaching me.
“Dik, takleh masuk la dik..skang ni waktu cuti..takleh masuk.”
Obeying his order, I dashed back to Tangkak at once as it is 6.30pm already. My early intention of visiting my friend; Iqbal, was not fulfilled as sunset is about time.
The way the second security guard “chased” me away in a very polite manner indeed melts me heart. Both security guards I met that day were new there. The security company had changed already. They were not the same guards patrolling the college during my time. Yes, the man whom we nicknamed Pakcik Serigala or Pakcik Ghost Rider was not there. Somehow, I miss that man.
That night, I slept soundly, reminiscing the sound of an old Honda Cup, riding along the corridors of the Form 5 classrooms, with a big man on it, cap covering his long hair, round grim face, long moustache and a thick pair of glasses. It is 1 o’ clock in the morning, and the tranquillity of the school is then disturbed by Pakcik Ghost Rider, barking;
“Balek balek balek!!!!”
_
So I wander around in the college compound, capturing a few pictures with my Daun, of places that are nostalgic for me. But before I manage to visit my old classroom, another security guard rode his bike approaching me.
“Dik, takleh masuk la dik..skang ni waktu cuti..takleh masuk.”
Obeying his order, I dashed back to Tangkak at once as it is 6.30pm already. My early intention of visiting my friend; Iqbal, was not fulfilled as sunset is about time.
The way the second security guard “chased” me away in a very polite manner indeed melts me heart. Both security guards I met that day were new there. The security company had changed already. They were not the same guards patrolling the college during my time. Yes, the man whom we nicknamed Pakcik Serigala or Pakcik Ghost Rider was not there. Somehow, I miss that man.
That night, I slept soundly, reminiscing the sound of an old Honda Cup, riding along the corridors of the Form 5 classrooms, with a big man on it, cap covering his long hair, round grim face, long moustache and a thick pair of glasses. It is 1 o’ clock in the morning, and the tranquillity of the school is then disturbed by Pakcik Ghost Rider, barking;
“Balek balek balek!!!!”
_
22.8.09
puasa2!!~
SELAMAT BERPUASA.
DAN BERJUANG LAH KALIAN SEMUA DENGAN BERBEKALKAN KESABARAN YANG TINGGI, BERSENJATAKAN IMAN YANG KUAT, BERASKARKAN IBADAH-IBADAHYANG ISTIQAMAH, DAN BERIMPIKAN KEREDHAAN ALLAH.
SALAM RAMADHAN~
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