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Saturday, September 1, 2007

HARI GURU.

sms-ed 2 of my teachers since they are the only ones i have saved in my phonebook.
i couldn't join in the celebrations in school like previous years because i was schooling.

MR MIRZA, my primary 5 nd 6 form teacher.
the one that knows almost everything about me at that time.
my family, friends. ehem. bf.
primary 6 dah ade bf. hahahaha.
well till now, when i visit him during Hari Raya.
he would say.
"who ahh,last time kena caught because a boy gave her a gold ring. small small want to bf gf."

he is referring to me lah.
because during primary 6, theres this boy who likes me.
his name is Umar by the way.
Okay this Umar, he stole his sister's gold ring, so that he can give it to me,
as sign that he wants me to be his gf.
i didn't know it was in my bag, and when i reached home,
my mum was already speaking with Umar's mum on the phone.
i checked my bag and there it was. the gold ring.
wrapped with a freaking fullscap paper with "i nak stead ngan you" on the paper.
tulisan pon tak betol lagi, nak ade matair.
hahahaha. GAWD. that boy.
the last i heard from him was that he is serving his NS.
but still, Mr Mirza, is the teacher that everyone loves.
both 5J and 6J, we were taught by him.
and he was the gerek one at that point of time.
how time flies.

me: Happy Happy teachers day Mr Mirza, sorry i can't come today,schooling lah. So here's just an sms. Happy happy teachers day!!!!
him: Thanks Atiqah. you think i can forget all of you? Stay cool.

stay cool? ape lah sehh. sejak bila aku cool. hahahah!

and the other one is miss Veronica Lim.my english teacher during sec 2.

me: Happy teachers day miss lim, Im sorry i cant make it for the celebration this year. have an enjoyable teachers day. (:
her: Thank you thank you! thank you for remembering this teacher on this day! u have a great day.

well, here's something. Pak Rockerku menyanyi di dalam bilik.
naughty me recorded his voice. Sorry couldn't get his face though.
and that on the bed is my youngest brother
.

oops. the video is senget. and its dark. oh well. just listen then.

whacked.