Sunday, November 11
& yes, i decided to paint for the day. *tilt lips*lols. not for real lahh. boredom stikes AGAIN.
today's madrasah session was indeed worthwhile to put it to an end.
with ustaz being horny & those last get-togethers we shared as a whole, reminiscing days we spent
earlier in 2004.
Wow, indeed time ticks like nobody's business.
Ya, and again i'll have to separate with the dearlies in madrasah.
How sad. Geees, but we still can meet up though (:
So yes and that made Namirah organised a picnic the week after the exams (181107)
gosh, i dint expect the bond to be so close within madrasah mates, still. Heeeee
Oh yes, and about my ustaz being horny..
*let out a great laughter till she tumbled down from the chair & got up back paiseh-ly*
haha.. ha.. hahaha..haaa..
lols. ok should i put it as open instead? gahhhh, whatever it is, it still fall under the SAME category. lols.
Ok, he was actually telling us a story about.. ok and i forgot?
lols. ok nvm, it was actually about husband&wife who wanted to separate plus the hukum-hukum then the children would suffer the worst with separate love showered etc..
Yes, so suddenly we were so engaged in the discussion that we dint realise we had entered the realm of sexuality..(jengjengjeng)
hahaha, but he DID asked for our consent first before moving on, though. lols.
we are big kiddies already, my dear ustaz! haha.
So yes, this is the part.
The way he demonstrate it.
The way he was describing it.
The way he went explaining about it.
The way his hands moved while engaging in the discussion.
The way he made us crack up till the whole class shook with molecules of laughter!
& there you have it- my ustaz, the form teacher of 4D.
GAAAAAAAAAWWWRRR.
i guess i was the loudest one during his lesson. haha cant help it lahh!
But sadly..
No more of those laughter sessions during the third period of the day.
No more of those criticisms i can arrow on him.
No more of those gossiping sessions in class.(though we ARE madrasah students!)
No more of those comments to be made for the last period ustaz.
No more of those O level-sharing tips to be shared among the 1991's.
No more of those projects to be discussed with the mates.
& of course,
No more of those tears-rolling-down-the-cheeks-till-Zakiah-have-to-remind-me-about due to the OhSoCold air-conditioned room I'll have to tolerate from 8am to 11am weekly!
Gahhhhh. All these would just remain as super-sweet memories only i suppose now.
Sadly, those new friends made during the Bunayya Camp too!
Gahhhh, but we'll just have to move on with our lives right now.
So i wish you Perdaus-ians All The Best eh for the future endeavours!
<3
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