MRSM Batu Pahat, you are in my heart.

arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. rindu.

Seriously, i feel like i'm growing up way too fast. Too many things had happened and i am sort of wishing that i can go back to the past. Back to where i first started to learn the meaning of pain and happiness. And all that started when i was in in here. This place holds soo many memories, as well as in Langkawi too. But then, here was where i started it all see. Being semi-independent (i still have mirah here) and going through many hardships and mistakes, MRSM Batu Pahat really made a strong base for me to live in this harshharsh reality world. Too many years had gone passed and i don't ever want to forget the things that i had there.

Rindu. I remember Acacia. My class from F1 to F3. It's actually a very nice name for a class kan, Acacia. Or else it would be 101, Acacia is so much better. My classmates hated me, haha.  Don't lie, i knoww. They didn't really did a good job of hiding it. I can't remember much going through F1, it was too fast. Maybe because i'd only spent 3 months there so there's nothing much anyway. I remember hoping that my parents will reconsider of sending me back here, i didn't want to come backkk! haha. Now i am soo grateful that i did came back for F2. Or else i know i wouldn't even be here or know any single of you guys who's reading my post.   

I started to wear tudung since F2. It was 1st midterm break, i remember. Call it peer pressure, maybe it was. I recall Fatin Syuhada urging me to wear tudung like everytimeee! Even though we're not really the best of friends. But she looked so proud and happy when i told her i started to wear tudung at home (walaupun sgt selekeh, xmo tunjuk pictures okay). I felt so naked without tudung then, it's like uncomfortably too breezy. It was as if the world was staring at me and believe me, i feel a lot safer wearing tudung rather than not. It's better to be a teeny bit uglier rather than having any random stranger stare and stalk and asks for my phone number and saying rude statements as if i'm cheap. I'm not cheap.  And i don't like random strangers. They are too scary. Even best friend's boyfriends. Sorry, i was huge anti boys dulu. Tapi xde la sampai buat demonstration or announce to everybody to be just like me or making any groups or anything, just plain xberminat. And now i'm proud to say i am STILL wearing tudung *booyeahh!* (okla, ade la jugak yg TER. mcm kene keluar buang sampah tp dah pkai shorts sume tu kan.hehe) and hopefully for the manymany years to come. Aminnn. Doakan saya yeh.

I remember 'piggy cokelat celuppppp! celupcelup!!' haha. this was our bola baling err.. song kot. Batu Pahat's padang was so not like Langkawi's padang. Ia sangat lah berlecak-lecak, berlumut-lumut, berbecak-becak dan seperti padang jarak terkukur, ade la pokok, tp botak2 but that was years ago. I had soooo much fun playing bola baling with them *amieeeee! Even better than tennis to tell you the truth. Our bola baling game is no ordinary bola baling game. It's more to like rolling2 to the grass to the becak2 lecak2 dan segalanya, falling, hitting/blocking others on purpose, slipping thousands of times, all is done without any care to the world. Balik asrama terseksa la. Nak kene basuh baju that is filled with umentionables. The smellllll! oh the smellll. haha! thank god for ainun's homeroom who did 'servis membasuh baju, all can, except undies.' oh we didn't have washing machine till we're in f3 kot.(?) so the service really did came in handy, but sadly they stopped not even two weeks after they had started. :s was it because of our stinky clothes? hehe.

As for the teachers, i cannot lie that i have forgotten about miss aisyah. haha. The Bp's know this too well i think. I learnt my lesson alright, keep my mouth shuttttttt! so i'm not commenting further about her *takut mulut terjahat semula. But i do miss Mr. Chauu! I got pissed eh eh angry at him because he wouldn't accept my pronounciation on this stupid word that i forgot what it is that i know is perfectly correct. He didn't allow us to speak BM at his class and i respect that, i truly do. But then killaaaaaa! haha. She accidently spoke Malay LOUDLY (or was it ainun or mai) and mr chau came with his BIGBIGBIG folder and forced her head to the table with it and repeatedly push it it downwards. I even have this image of him slightly panting. I was extremely shocked of all of it happening right before me and without realizing it i yelled 'penderaan kanakkanak!!' then like a preyer he turned to me, his victim, with his awfully big folder in his hands. I realized my BM slip out so i took off from my seat as swiftly as i can and he grabbed my baju kurung but i managed to flee but mr.chau being mr chau, he would never give up, so he CHASED after me around the class! then he managed to rotan my ass. so i sat back down to my seat, fully embarassed and never really spoke to him right in the eye for the rest of the year. 

I can write one whole post about mr chau. He's a really funny guy, my god he even asked how me and killa work out to have beautiful bodies like we have *die usya dowhhhhhhh! I was pretty much disgusted at first, but in the end i realized he is a veryvery dedicated teacher, the one that not many can find one these days. He was very sweet when i took my PMR results, we had to take it from our HR teacher, remember? Ms Aisyah walked out of the hall the moment i stepped in. I felt horrible. But Mr Chau, he was sweet enough to stay to give my slip and congratulate and all. He looked so sincere. I was will always be your cheekycheeky girl, sir. 

  

And must i say that Batu Pahat have the best Diciplinary Teachers EVER! better than langkawi infact. In Batu Pahat, you'll be rotanned if you were merely standing and not be in your seat during prep. (Thanks to Nadya for reminding me this, the teachers dah jd macam zorro dgn rotan2 mereka) But in Langkawi, the only one occasion i've ever been rotanned is when *sekali je ok* i was late for prep. I wasn't even late. I seriously thought prep pukul 3.30 (this was mase f4, f5 i awal okay.) Eh, twice in Langkawi, subuh sekali. hehehehe. Ms KB sangat baik she would only rotan at tumit kaki. Beralas pulak tu. But batu pahattttttt. Berdarahdarah tangan. Get B for KH in selaras exam u'll get rotanned.  Get caught going to the toilet eventhough is an emergency during prep hours u'll get some zorro action too. Even when u say that u didn't have sakit mata but ur twin does, u'll get rotan right after paper BM and be sent to quarantined at scary sickbay just when u had healed from the sakit mate after getting it 7 times. ahh. i remember this one, late for prep pagi on sunday. hahaha. it's either u have to face Wak Joe, *derived from Jongang, but he didn't mind! Seriously!*  and do flipping 20 skuad teras in front of him or standard kawat la around the whole compound. If u get caught missing subuh, u have to kawat too while holding a board. tak ingt la tulis ape, i never had to to do it. :D another extreme is to be makcik ds! betulbetul kene serve to the students the food so like EVERYBODY knows u'd been naughty. *xpnah kene jugak :D

The BP wardens rock too~ Every weekend's inspection we took VERY seriously. We scrubbed, we cleaned, we mopped, we HIDE our illegal possessions for EVERY single weekend. It's like every weekend is a debaran tau, it's whether or not u'll passed it. LDPs are assigned to check every room, they have forms with them and don't mess with BP's LDPs. They'll grade u even for the teensiest dust. And that doesn't end there because almost every weekend there WILL be a 'surprise' visit from the warden herself. As cunning as i am, as much as i don't use my phone that too many times, my phone was confiscated for four times! i only charge my phone during weekends in class. Smartt gile lah warden BP. They check tin biscuits, foods, undies drawer, lubang kaki katil tu. They'll even check ur bags during exams to find barang2 haram. Imagine the restlessness. That's how i got to the habit to NEVER ever bring barang berharga during exams. Good thing too, since ade kecurian during SPM and all kan. Oh but we had been creative, like letak phone dalam small bekas wrapped with layers and layers of news papers then put in a soaked laundry. Bury the phone,  hide it dlm longkang.. Anything to outsmart the teachers. But when i turned to BWP everything was nicceeeee. haha. Every spotcheck yg surprise they'll tell me first. Ckgu Fatma even asked ME to check all the girls in surau at one time. HAHA. As if i'm to be trusted. The girls who didn't trust me yg kantoi *ehemehem*

FIFA World Cup 2006. I'll never watch any football like i did back then. Semangat gileeeeee! It wasn't easy. Waking up at 2 in the morning is one thing, but then panjat pagar, run to BA (bangunan akademik), run from the guards, run from cikgu hamidah, see things that shouldn't have been seen, hide under the stairs hoping not to be seen, all in the name of football. We painted our faces, brought food!! *papa even sponsored boxes of roti* fought with the guys that we too girls have the every right to watch football as well.. haha. And the in song at that time was Hips Don't Lie. I love that song! semangat x. Even my caller ringtone was that song. Italy won, i remember because the flag colour have green instead of blue which is france. It's true that i don't watch football at all since then. And i don't even have the slightest idea why.

The more i remember it, the more i think i can't fit it all in this post. There are too many great memories and i don't ever want to forget them. It's kinda nice to have all those bad memories, it might be bad at that time but when i look back now everything really made me just wanting to laugh! I'm reminiscing it all here, thanks to a FUN day out with the biatchezz yesterdayyy! I'm glad we are still friends, i'm glad i'm actually still contacting u guys!!!! haha. I'll post more of my memories at Batu Pahat soon.. I really want to do this, i'm kinda hoping that this will be the proof of my memories that aren't really going to last forever. If blogging still exist in 40 years to come, i'll be showing this to my grandkids dowhh! imagine what a cool grandma i'd be. hahahaha. 

So till then, nk tdur. It's 5 am seyh.