Shaxu and Atie started this. Felt like sharing how my first day of TKC went.
6 December 1995, Registration Day.
My first day in TKC saw me making friends with the girl with the closest hair type to mine. We ended up being bedmates since our hair style communicated oh so very well together. That's how I made friends with Diyana. *Auwww*
6/7 December 1995, First Night Away From Home.
The first night in TKC, both curly-big-haired girls experienced the Selipar Basah phenomenon without realising it and the one from the north retort annoyingly, "Hish! Ni mesti cikgu keling (astaghfirullahalazimmmm, excuse the language. We were only 12) tu tengah jalan2 tengah malam."
7 December 1995, First Day of Class
Oh, both big-curly-haired girls were assigned to the same class as well! So we ended up being deskmates. There, a row in front of us, were two tiny underaged kindergarden kids who apparently got lost and ended up in Bukit Merbah. Or so we thought.
"Awaaak. Awaaaaaaak." multiply that with gajillion times, we tried to get their attention. But man! These tiny tots either got something stuck up their ears (read: pekak) or their asses (read: snobs). Desperation saw us shaking one of their chairs. Determined gila tak?? Kata dah kami semangat Mahsurian! And that's how we became friends with Farah and Chikot.
Midterm, the sitting arrangements got reshuffled and.... Tadaa! Diyana, Farah and I were baptized as The Monkey Pots.
*Sigh* The Monkey Pots, oh well, that's a different story for a different entry.
p/s: Natt was also in the same class as us. But since she's all hot and pretty with that Vidal Sassoon hair of hers, mengikut sistem kasta, we were not up to par. CHEWAH! And she hung out more with Zack, Jaja Farizan and the likes (read: very pretty and mature group of girls).
:D
6 December 1995, Registration Day.
My first day in TKC saw me making friends with the girl with the closest hair type to mine. We ended up being bedmates since our hair style communicated oh so very well together. That's how I made friends with Diyana. *Auwww*
6/7 December 1995, First Night Away From Home.
The first night in TKC, both curly-big-haired girls experienced the Selipar Basah phenomenon without realising it and the one from the north retort annoyingly, "Hish! Ni mesti cikgu keling (astaghfirullahalazimmmm, excuse the language. We were only 12) tu tengah jalan2 tengah malam."
7 December 1995, First Day of Class
Oh, both big-curly-haired girls were assigned to the same class as well! So we ended up being deskmates. There, a row in front of us, were two tiny underaged kindergarden kids who apparently got lost and ended up in Bukit Merbah. Or so we thought.
"Awaaak. Awaaaaaaak." multiply that with gajillion times, we tried to get their attention. But man! These tiny tots either got something stuck up their ears (read: pekak) or their asses (read: snobs). Desperation saw us shaking one of their chairs. Determined gila tak?? Kata dah kami semangat Mahsurian! And that's how we became friends with Farah and Chikot.
Midterm, the sitting arrangements got reshuffled and.... Tadaa! Diyana, Farah and I were baptized as The Monkey Pots.
*Sigh* The Monkey Pots, oh well, that's a different story for a different entry.
p/s: Natt was also in the same class as us. But since she's all hot and pretty with that Vidal Sassoon hair of hers, mengikut sistem kasta, we were not up to par. CHEWAH! And she hung out more with Zack, Jaja Farizan and the likes (read: very pretty and mature group of girls).
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those days :)
tq for jotting this down.
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