srikandi

where're you

I'm already in the hall. You go to the lobby, turn right. Find table 73.

That was how the table were reserved, according to the year we took our MCE, Malaysian Certificate of Education. Some of you were not even born yet or still in your diapers wailing for your mom's attentions.

As I entered the hall, floods of memories flushed back into my minds. My eyes met traces of familiar faces with names that I had forgotten. I have been travelling my life for 30 over years since those days and surely not to be blamed for not remembering names. (my goodness, what do you expect. Even to find something in the refrigerator I have to squat down for a few minutes trying to figure out what the heck I'm opening the refrigerator's door for).

I was greeted by a senior that I know, who was also the mc for the night. Salam salam peluk peluk before finally sat at the table fully sponsored by my friend Yot. Yam was there. Salam salam peluk peluk lagi. We talked and talked and as time went by, one by one came. Not everybody could make it. Yang datang pun closest friends yang memang dah biasa jumpa. We were the arts class, from form 4 to upper six.

Before long, the hall was roaring with sounds and laughters. Everybody was trying to catch up with the lost years and my heart was to the president who was talking behind the podium while everyone else were more interested in scraping into each other's life. Just like what the tengku puan pahang said; saya tak mahu cakap banyak sebab di bawah tu sama bunyinya macam dalam dining hall. Believe it or not, our metron was among the honoured guests.

Tunku Hajjah Azizah, whose sister was my classmate, was my junior.

suko e ati kau kakpah.

Me and Yot. The girl on my left is zam's daughter.

Ala.. tak payah cakap banyaklah. Just to tell that I was really enjoying myself.

What about my cupcakes?

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beres beb!!

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kakpah.