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Birthday girl vs Birthday boy


As the clock striked 12, ding dong ding dong...
Yeah, right on 18th February. A friend of mine, Khaleesya had finally turned 17.

Hahaa, however, dia dah celebrate dengan warga aspuri. Oleh sebab duduk dalam hostel tu takde tepung, dorg main baling-baling bedak jea. Ape pun, cemburu sebab aku takde dalam senarai ramai-ramai tu.

Tibe-tibe teringat cerita tahun lepas, walaupun ramai yang dah pindah sekolah tapi hidup kena teruskan. Wakakaa, mase birthday bulan 5 ade jugak acara baling-baling tepung neh. Tapi, mase tu baru lepas habis ujian kalau tak silap.

Habis je kelas, terus keluar, halang tu budak - aku tengok jea dia kene baling tepung tapi tak main same pun. Tak pasal-pasal cikgu kat bawah nampak dorg berkejar-kejar kat koridor tu. Lalu, cikgu tu pun menyeru ktorg dari bawah. Macam biasa lah, korg pun tau macam mane marahnya cikgu tu bila ade function yang happening tapi tak kena invite neh.

Untung lah mase tu dah Form 4, kalau tak lurus bendul je pegi turun bawah tunggu pelempang. Sengal, kann...

Oleh sebab tu, dorg pun terhendap-hendap lah lalu sepanjang koridor tu. Masa nie aku memang dah ada dekat tepi tangga pun. Tinggal nak lari je lagi tapi, nak jugak tengok ape benda jadi lepas tu. Tinjau-tinjau ke bawah, hahaa, cikgu tu ada lagi. Habis lah korg, ingat esok cuti lame cikgu tu lepas cmtu je??

And, betul lah sangkaan aku. Habis aje cuti seminggu or tiga hari kott, kat perhimpunan cikgu tu seru murid-murid tingkatan 4 yang tak nakal langsung nie haaa. HAHAHAA

"Kepada semua pelajar tingkatan 4 sila tunggu selepas perhimpunan."

Kitorg pun riuh rendah kat padang tu. Bukan sebab plan nak lari tapi tengah gelak terbahak-bahak pasal incident tu. Kelakar laaahhhh!! Jadi, bila dah jumpa cikgu tu mesti lah muka baik masing-masing kan. Cikgu cakap kalau terlibat same kene mengaku. Daripada birthday boy sampai ke pembekal tepung tu, yang berlari-lari kat koridor sampai lah peringkat yang same-same baling tepung jugak. Wakakakkaaa, takleh blaa? Memang.

Bunyi macam ramai je, kan? Tapi perempuan yang mengaku 2 orang je. Yang pelik sangat tu, name aku yang tak sentuh pun tepung tu ade jugak kat situ. Ye lah, balik-balik benda cmnie jadi..kelas aku, name aku lah naik ea?? Apo-apo ehh laaaaa....aku tak kesah.

Termasuk name aku, jadi lah 3 orang budak perempuan. Yang lelaki, ramai. Tapi tak tau ape jadi kat dorg. Hahahaaaa...

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