Ha ha ha.
Advice to all brides-to-be : start early. NO, not 3 months early. I mean REAL early. Like two years early, provided you don’t break-up with him in the process. In that case, use the wasted renda2 hantaran to make homemade cards to ur frenz.
I don’t want to talk bout THE WEDDING. It has occupied too much of my life right now that I demand some break to be a living, breathing normal person.
I want to write bout something crappy and useless and mind numbingly boring, like my six year old lost copy of school magazine.
Hello there my ex-KT mates who’s reading this (but too shy to jot a comment in my blog hahah) … one precious q for y’all – do u know where your copy of Seri99 is right now?
Yes, SERI is my MRSMKT’s annual magazine. Who knows where they got the name SERI, didn’t looked too berSERI to me, and I’m sure MRSM BESERI is pretty mad we stole the seemingly logical choice for their mag’s name from them. Probably it capitals for something, such as Statement of Evidently Ridiculous Inmates. Or something.
So anyhow, this magazine capitalized on our year long activities and the pulses of our life, and I had my pics in a few pages, namely the (yawn) MPP, PAIS, PAE, Tabung Kosovo page; n of course my al-Dinawari class page. Look bored in most of them, FAT in a couple of them, chubby in all of them.
We had this page where we put down our add + tel no, along with our so-called MOTTO (funny how cheesy those mottos seem right now). From the motto we can tell who’s the serious kind, who’s the Naqib Naqibah masjid, who’s the rebellious one, who’s the ngokngek one…and so on. I even remember my own motto –‘ 4-1 doesn’t necessarily equal to 3′. It was wrongly typed as ‘4-1 doesn’t NECESSANLY equalS to 3’ that I was ashamed to admit I was an English Peer Aide. And the mathematical equation from someone who hardly got C3 for her SPM Add Math didn’t help either.
After graduation; while waiting for SPM result, I loved to browse through it, looking at pics of friends, reminiscing good old dayz. Those were the ‘berangan’ days. Admittedly, I love MRSMKT. And the whole turmoil of ups and downs within it. Of course, I am a totally different person now from who I was then. Back then I was an overly spoilt youngest daughter going for the first time to a boarding school, over-outspoken, under-studied and way2 childish girl. If I had known half of things I know today…like how I’m going to marry (back to that wedding again huh?) one of them next month…hahaha….
The mag was lost during matrix. I don’t know what they put in the air sirap DS, but somehow the odd of 1 boys to 5 girls in Pilah Kolej seemed to make crazy stuffs happened. I mean the exKT guys was a huge2 commodity, for a certain reason I couldn’t quite comprehend. Almost every week, some girls would pop over to my room, took out my beloved Seri, and wore it out by browsing enthusiastically for the pics of the guys, this week it maybe some girls yg minat Bomba or Lobo, next week Abu Talib, the other week Helmi Rashid. Yes, I heard you KT girls disbelievingly shouted “WHATTTHEEE…..???” ……..Yes, I couldn’t relate to that situation either.
End of the year, the copy looked like something you expect on the plate when you order Roti Kirai from the mamak stall. During the hassle of packing my stuff up after final semester, the copy got ‘lost’ or rather MIA. Don’t know what happened. Maybe some fanatic fan of Epul took it to refuge hiding under her pillow (and if you are reading this – I WANT MY COPY BACK!!!!!)
I soon forgot about the mag. After all, who cares about a silly magazine when you have the whole life to go through? Last week, however, I was beginning to search around for old friends’ address to post the cards when I remembered my old fren Seri. Called up Syaz, and what do ya now, he lost his copy too.
Desperate, msg up exKt’s old friends who’s residing in KL. Maton said she lost her copy too. Tipah too. K-mie said ‘ I don’t buy interior design magazine’ whereby I had to explain through exasperation that I’m talking about an old school mag, not some interior design mag called ANJUNG SERI (and why would a designer ask a hacker for an I.D mag anyway Kmie?). Helmi said ‘Oh I thought u were joking when you ask for it the first time’. Iqbal said ‘Here got one, but you have to come here to Subang to get it!’.
So last night,after Kenduri Doa Selamat Lieya; finally had Iqbal’s copy (in which he kept reminding me – not to lose it – don’t worry, no love-obsessed girls residing within 100 m from my house!). Browsed through…saw that old familiar pages, saw my fat pictures, saw the previously so handsome pics of the guys, now almost all as bulat as the football they so fondly played in the afternoon at KT’s field… Saw the typo-erred motto of mine. Saw my fiancé’s cute pictures…last time I browsed this mag on 2000 never for once thought I’d be his wife some day.
Darn i miss my Seri
