old memories

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

Strolling around town,acting like a newly-elected Parliamentary Legislate,watching this place from a new perspective.It's raining.Heavily.

Seeing school as an outsider,or aptly->a grown-up (bajet grown-up la kan dah 20,ahaha),a strange feeling somehow came across,time flies kan?

7 years ago,in a class located at Blok Ulu Keruak near the fish pond -strategically,a MDB lorry will came at iur recess time and spread the most unpleasant odour to the atmosphere.It's recess,we want to eat,haha.
Blok Ulu Keruak is a nickname we gave-(actually inherited it from seniors,or maybe from our parents' times/eras ),referring to the its most behind,oldest and far from civilization location.Form 1-ers will be located here to know life before being transferred to other blocks.

And I was in 1 Ibnu Amir,out of other 10 classes.

The atmosphere is so like today,cold,rain.and calm.One of the most memorable moment is during our first class with Ustaz Nordin,our PAI teacher.Instead of teaching us on the very first day of his class,he told us history about our district.(actually not told,he was asking)

Some managed to rise up and tell the real story,about ayam laga version,daerah lanun/orang buangan,autonomy territory and so on.

An incident happened,and that incident was really funny that my best friend-(at that time,still do not know her well),but she said that the incident actually brings laugh to her everytime she remembers me -.-

http://catching-a-fallingstar.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html ( special tribute to her )

here,got some link to discover the history since pretty lazy to type it into words :)

http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Besut

http://www.pulauperhentian.com.my/sejarahbesut.php

gotta fully-utilize leisure time :

Masa itu umpama pedang,jika kamu tidak memotongnya,nescaya ia akan memotongmu



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