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Thursday, July 27, 2006

Do, Re, Mi

Assalamualaykum wht,


It's weird when 3 of my siblings are taking the same exam, in the same year. Aishah is inevitably in form 5, since she's 17 years old. Both Ammar and Amir are 22 and 20 years old but they had spent their good teenage years in Madrasah Miftahul Ulum, an all-boy private school, and didn't get the opportunity to sit for a real 'kementerian' exams even though they did learn maths, english, and stuff like that.

So, Aishah, Amir and Ammar will be sitting for SPM this year. We have 3 sets of textbook for each subject, except the books are widely spread in term of location. Aishah's at her hostel, or school, or whatever...in Nibung Tebal. Amir's up in his room or sometimes in his bag when he brings them to school in Kepala Batas. Ammar's on his table, at one corner of our house.

Ammar's books never leave the house. Graduated from a very soleh academic institution, he came out quite polite, nice and shy. On the night before the first day of coming into a public school, he came to our grandma and mumbled,
"Macam mana nak pi sekolah esok ni..."
Tok asked, "Awatnya..?"
He answered, "Ramai sangat pempuan..." :p

At the end of his first day of school, he called Mak and told her that he didn't want to go back to that school. Culture shock, undeniably. He couldn't stand the students. They were too rude towards the teachers, asking stupid questions.
So, he's now studying by himself for SPM at home, tutored by mak. :p

Amir is another different story, even though Ammar and him graduated from the same school. He is charming, easy to get along with, always helping people around. He is naturally built that way. Haven't heard him nagging about school yet. With only 4 boys in a sea of girls in the classroom, he must be doing fine then.

One day, his cikgu had assigned his class a portfolio to be completed within 1 month. So, during that period of time he was bursting his butt off to produce a decent job. A day before the due date, his girl friends aka kawan-kawan sekelas pempuan asked to borrow his completed portfolio. Been a nice macho guy, of course...he gave his portfolio to the girls and requested the girls to submit in his portfolio along with theirs on the next day.

At the end of a chaos busy school day that afternoon, not a single girl remembered that they had left his portfolio in the classroom. It was laying helplessly on a table, near a window. During the night, the rain came for a visit.
The ink on the paper smeared, all graphs became blurry. Disaster beyond reason.

And the morning came.
Horror streaked on some innocent faces. Amir was flabbergasted.

The next second, half of girls in the class were busy like ants. They planned to make another portfolio that was supposed to be completed in a month, in just a day.
Amir started drawing, the girls helped him coloring. Tak belajar bebudak nih semata-mata nak menolong si Amir.

At the end of the day, Amir handed in his freshly made portfolio.
And all he had to say to mak was, "Diorang kaler lagi lawa,mak.."

Nasib baik la hang ni handsome Tok Mir oooiiii...


posted by Hana' at 7/27/2006 09:56:00 PM |

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