Salaam.


Yo! Yesterday i went to Raffles Girls School to watch a drama. My dear cuzie Ain specially bought a ticket for me. Thanks syg! *hugs*. So yeah i went there with her parents at 8pm.

Upon reaching, i was stunned. The sch looked AWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL even at night. I love those purple pillars, magnificent sculptures and the gleaming piano located at the foyer. Very elegant i liiike!

There were quite a lot of people present that night. Mostly malays 'cause it was a malay drama titled 'Mahkamah Keadilan', as written on the pamphlet. I'm not going to talk bout the drama which was great, nor the dance that took my breath away. I'm going to share a meaningful conversation between me, a lady and my aunt. We were waiting to enter the auditorium when it started...

Aunt:eh, awk mak nye munira ke?
Lady:a'ah..
Aunt:ouh, die sec brape eh skrg?
Lady:die da sec 5, da nk kua da..
Aunt:ouh a'ah bgsla..
Syai:nie bukan mak munira bte sulaiman?(ain's senior)
Lady:bukan, skola nie byk munira heh.
Syai:name popular la katekn hehe.
Lady:biasela name popular, skola pn skola popular keh keh keh. (Aik, ader ke patot? Tk patot, tk patot..)
Lady:yg nie skola mane? (pointing at me)
Syai:madrasah.
Lady:ouh, madrasah pn nt bad tau, no difference. *muke serious* Blaja btol2 je tau eh.
Aunt:a'ah dorg lg byk subjects.

I stood there grinning like a cheshire cat, thankful and blessed to be studying in a madrasah. At least theres still people out there who get the exact idea.
ADASTRA!!!*winks*

takecare yaw,
byebye~





they say, the grass is always greener on the other side huh? hmmm...

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