I had my usual Sunday's room cleaning routine. My emak urged me to tackle those box full of miscellaneous collections of old diary, photos and notes from my elementary school's year. It was a bit dusty, and well-hidden in a corner inside my room. Thus, its existence was nearly forgotten and only emak can't be fooled by the response of "Emak, jia tak jumpa pun kotak tu. Kotak mana satu ni?". Well, emak got a sharp eyes. Once there's a thing that need to be sort out immediately, she would making sure that I'm going to do so in an instant, no procrastinating and I would be in a great trouble if I'm daring to break her chain of orders -.-' So I tidied up a little bit, looking inside the box, and touched by the overwhelming sense of emotional. It has been four years since I've left SK Batu 3. I wonder, did the situation were still the same as the last time I'm schooling in it? Looking back at the old photos brings a lot of good memories. The netball team's photos, the class photos (which I never failed to look so unhappy in any of it. Haha), the field trip's photos and others. There's notes from each classmates (girls' only) at the end of our final year being in Primary Six. Emotional as I was, I can still remember how my notes to some of my girls' classmates were smeared with tears ... and the great effort of putting my emotions carefully into words. And I ended up getting only some simple notes with the usual speech of take care, we're going to meet each other again, so on so forth.
I couldn't forget those years of good times. Being a GS for the school's netball team, being a muamalat's prefect (pengawas koperasi), being such a nuisance in my group (sort of. ehem, but I was still can be considered as a girl who was in a part of a group or only mingle with 'budak baik' at those time :P) get myself actively involved in PPIM, being in Persatuan Agama Islam and so much more. Those lovely times :') I missed them. Well, I was giggling while reminiscing, and accidentally bumped myself at the edge of my study desk and all sorts of old notes fell out from the diary. Well, my diary of elementary school's years. What can I say more about it? It was full of my ramblings, unnecessary doodles and small notes, tips on studying (which until the UPSR came, I didn't managed to follow any of it. which is a big disappointing), birthdays, phone numbers and addresses, and reminders on particular dates. Well, it's a big diary, to be precise. Starting from the front page - it's 2008 and have almost a thick pages, that stated dates and blank pages until the 2014. So I flipped over each of the pages. Most of it were filled with birthdays, and constantly reminders on particular day. Like the day of Khatam Al-Quran, kawad kaki's competition, netball's competition, inter-class choir's and a lot more. And on July, there's actually a day when it stated something ... I had nearly forgotten about it. The reminders were actually written on the same date, repeatedly for the upcoming years.
It was written on this date, four years ago. 8th of July 2008.
8th of July 2009.
8th of July 2010.
8th of July 2011.
8th of July 2012.
It stopped at 8th July of 2014, since 2014 was the last year written inside it.
Not realising, a few drop of tears started to flow down from my cheeks and almost smearing my diary with it. Silently I whispered, "Happy anniversary, teddy bear". 3 years of anniversary? Indeed, 3 years. I chuckled and slowly putting it inside the small drawer besides the study desk. It was a walk down the memory lane, something that you have long forgotten the existence until suddenly you were been reminded by it. It's a 3 years of ups and downs, of thick and thin. Childish memories of falling in love at such a young age, and the memory of your first love .. and it all seems just like yesterday; between me and you. Thank you for those cherish-able moments.
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So, emak and the others are currently sitting at the living room. Watching a horror movie, while I was here - writing. Once in a while, I can hear kakak's shrieking voice, clearly jumped by the ghost appearing so sudden on the screen. Truth to be told, kakak's shrieking are even scarier than those in the movie and you shall not argue with me on this =P I shall get back to my works soon enough. I want to get myself some rest, or 2 / 3 / 4 days off without handouts and typing job to do. All in all, I'm getting busier than the usual type of busy, it's hectic - to be precise So, Assalammualaikum :)
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