Triple One (1.11)

Today I nak share a story about my early days at UUM Matriculation centre. I registered myself into UUM matriculation centre in June 2005. This is my first time leaving the home to another place on my own (I really am looking forward to be independent by myself).
1ST week was like HELL, we were treated badly…. Malam tido pukul 1.00 pagi and as early as 4. 00 pagi we have to wake up. The days start with assembly in front of B4 Café at Kolej Telekom. Then we do a simple ntah apa2 nyer excercise..if ada yang lambat during the assembly the whole group will be punish (BENCI……). After the exercise we have to walk for about 1 ½ km to the mosque for the Subuh Prayer and Tazkirah Pagi. This is the funny part… after 3 days tidur lewat bangun awal.. I noticed during the subuh prayer ada yang sujud tak bangun-bangun dah.. (tertidur la tuh) ada juga tengah baca Fatihah but terhoyong – hayang hehehheheh kelakar.. After 7th weeks being treated brutally by all the AJKO (Ahli Jawatankuasa Orientasi) we officially now a students at UUM Matriculation centre… ffuuhh masa tu…bangganyer dah jadi budak “U”.

Another challenge waited… which class I’m joining… The management had group us into different classes and the name was placed on the board near the Café B4. On the list I scroll down my index finger from one class to another class searching for my name and at last I found it.. I was placed at 1.11. At that point another worries came.. ala….. tak kenal sesapa..la… then I noticed one name which I’m quite familiar Zuraida Ismail aka MAYA… HAAAA ada kawan..(I know her during school holiday my friend Bulat introduced us…)
The next morning we lead ourselves to class on Pak Om’s Bas (Garang Pak Om ni.. suka marah2 budak2 matrik). There are 23 of us in the class
1. Mohd Fairuz Saad ( King) – our class monitor because he is so big
2. Azura Ambak ( Zura) – assistant monitor
3. Wan Mohamad Assiq (Assiq boya)
4. Zuraida Ismail (Maya)
5. Norehan Zaini
6. Azlan
7. Munirah Mokhtar
8. Aljaz
9. Mohd Zulkifli (Bob)
10. Wan (wes mai golok)…..??
11. Lyana Alel
12. Haisya
13. Salmi Azwa
14. Ami Norzira
15. Basri
16. sorang lagi tak ingat..girl with tudung labuh
17. Syuhada
18. Rose Hayati
19. Hasnizam
20. Mohd Rizalnuddin
21. Ramli
22. Me
23. Arbaayah

My years in this class with my friends were full with laughter and memories. We do lot of thing together buka puasa ramai2, keluar PMC, keluar gi alor setar naik bas 2 jam ooooo, pegi bukit kayu hitam.. n barang letak dalam kete assiq then assiq merajuk sebab kena bayar tax..

I remember doing a class project (English subject) we have to act in a story based on Rumpelstiltskin but the title was change to Arbaya baya (our version). It was so funny and the whole class full heartedly dedicated our time, energy ant lots more. Those day the bonding between us are so strong, we support each other, we hang to each other it was so sweet… but then yerlah masa tuhkan budak2 lagi..we just want to have fun..

Most taught full moment that I still remember until today is during my birthday, all my friends gathered in my room and I was lock outside. They made me a scrap book I kept it until today. I remember when Ami cry (a boy that she admire died in accident)…I remember many jokes made by Monet that make me laugh like a monkey, I remember how sweet and gentlemen BOB is, and how big and strict Kingz controlling us ( rasanya sebab tuh lah takder orang nak ngorat all the girls in our class), Black always berlagak macho…especially in his uniform, Maya always blur… Anz with her macho voice and her crush with Cikgu Samad, Rose the sweetest of all girl in our class.. Syu paling kuat merajuk…Lyana the cutest and palingg manja, Assiq the only person yg ada kereta in the class selalu perasan hensem and Abang ramli yang always looking at the ceiling cari idea untuk his sajak and always jiwang….macam2 lagi.. that it’s going to take a week if I were to list everything

Looking at the picture during those day at UUM Matriculation centre was so memorable.. I REALLY MISS my friends..hope than one day.. we have a chance to meet and to all my friends of TRIPLE 1, this poem is dedicated to all of u.

A friend is like a flower,

a rose to be exact,

Or maybe like a brand new gatethat never comes unlatched.

A friend is like an owl,

both beautiful and wise.

Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,whose spirit never dies.

A friend is like a heart that goesstrong until the end.W

here would we be in this worldif we didn't have a friend.

- By Emma Guest

This Poem is specially dedicated to my VERY BEST FRIEND NOR ANIZA