Lemme ask you, who are the head of discipline in school ? Perhaps some of you say, DISCIPLINE TEACHER OR PROCTOR. Now, Lemme ask you.. Who are the head of discipline in I-I-U-M ? Is it :
a. The Mahallah Principal.
b. Dean
C. MRC.
Hmm… Any guesses ??
Clue : NONE of the above.
The answer is : BEHOLD THE ALMIGHTY AND SACRED PAK/MAK GUARDS OF IIUM. Very tricky right ??? *winkwink*
They are the ‘so-called'-fathers and mothers’ for us, the ‘torch bearers for the ummah’. Pfftt.. My ass laa..!!
I thought the dress code for us to go out is :
1. NO jeans.
2. The top must be BELOW the butt.
3. Wear socks, u name it : hand sock, sock sock.. as long as the item has the name : SOCK.. U JUST HAVE TO BLOODILY WEAR IT.
4.Cover your aurah.
According to my reliable wordweb, A Top means : A garment (especially for women) that extends from the shoulders to the waist or hips.
So, what the fuck is wrong with the clothes that I’m wearing ???
Lemme tell you, I wore a Purple top that literally made me look as if I’m pregnant, with black pants. Haza wore dress and she covered it with green cardigan. In my eyes, we all looked very very DECENT & INNOCENT. However, in the eyes of ‘father’, he didn’t approve it. He called the two of us, I went ‘ oh fuck.. here we go,’. He has this mean look that made me wanna punch his face and knocked his front teeth (If only I have that kind of strength). He wanted our matric card and looked at us with that balls face. Then he was like, ‘what type of fashion is this???’. Bloody him. I was like with my ‘what-are-you-dumb-or-blind-or-just-bloodily-outdated?’ look and said, ‘Top below the butt area..’. Then, he stared at Haza.
‘Which mahallah are you from?’
‘KC’ (trust me, it’s our white lie)
‘I want you to go back and change your clothes’
*muttered in vulgar words*
I thought only Haza.. So me and Afi went out. HOWEVER, dumbly the 2 of us, we stood outside the gate, where the guards can see us. He called me, I was stupidly enough went INSIDE back and he told me to change. FUCK HUH? I should’ve just stayed OUTSIDE the gate and ignored him. Haihzz… I’ve just learned my lesson here that is :
Afifah should not go back INSIDE when the guard call Afifah when he’s INSIDE the hell.
I’ve been dragged to hell. I said ‘Fuck,mother-fudger’ to ‘father’. I wonder if he heard it. HOHOHO..!!
So, I tried to catch up to Haza who was already half way to KC. I shouted, *another vulgar word*..*another vulgar word*. She stopped and both of us started to curse ‘father’ like we never cursed before. We went to KC and hunt for someone..anyone.. who can borrow us another decent wear. Thank god for Haza’s friend’s roomie who is very kind enough to provide us bju kurung.
Afi left already to KLCC to meet her friend. So, me and Haza took Metrobus to KL Central to go to OU. I was next to this not 1.. but 2 smelly dude for 10 mins before I found a seat for meself. AIYO AMA APA.. only god knows how I feel that time. I rather not talk about it here.
When we got there, we went hunting for a taxi or bus to take us to OU. Luck wasn’t on our side, this Indian taxi driver said ‘Jalan byk tutup’. We were bummed…very bummed..very down.. Haza said, ‘Ok la uncle, just take us back to MID VALLEY’. POOOOF!! off to mid we go !!!
The first destination we decided to go is : FOOD..RESTAURANT..LUNCH..
We thought of going to KENNY ROGERS ROASTERS but they were lots of people q-ing there. HAIHZ.. another bummer. With ‘techno beats’ tummy grumbling.. off to another restaurant we go ! Didn’t find Chili’s but we found STEVE TEA’S GARDEN. The price wasn’t student’s range. So off to SECRET RECIPE we go..again.. I ordered JAPANESE SOBA *kinda reminded me of Ms.Soba* and TROPICAL SMOOTHIE. yum yum !! Haza ordered SPAGHETTI MEATBALLS & GREEN APPLE KASTURI. A deeeliii!!!
Ooppss.. before that, we went to change back to our ‘normal’ clothes. :p
I bought a yellow top @ Zara. VERY PWETTIE AND BOLD I TELL YOU. Haza bought cardigan and top (TOPSHOP) Skinny jeans (DOROTHY PERKINS). I is budgetting meself cause me familia is coming next week. HEEEE.. So I decided to window shop and book the clothes me likey. *winkwink*
Shit.. This is a long post I tell you !
Oh yeaa.. After all the tiring shopping, we went to quench our thirst at JUICE WORKS. Very delicious!!!! My 1st time drank at there. I ordered PINK something something, with watermelon,pineapple and sorbet. DEEEELI!!!! OH OH OH !!!! While we were talking(mostly, making fun of ‘fathers and mothers’ and umm.. ‘mon mon’ kekeke) , there was this one dude from ZERO.COM *is googling right now* came and said that there was a talk.. but we were interrupted by this cashier who turned out to be a true angel by whooshing the guy out of our sight. That zero dude has this kind of creepy look. TSK TSK TSK.. Me and Haza were freaked out by him. Seriously, do we look THAT old to be called as ‘KAKAK’ ?????????????? I mean, we’re only teens… duuh~
Anywho.. on the way back me and Haza were laughing like hill in Rapid.
'The reason why mak guards were fierce was bcz they’re not married to pak guards. Instead married to engineers’
LOL-ed
‘What if I give skinny jeans to pak guard?’
‘Haza.. mesti pak guard xleh brnfs..SENDAT!!’
‘NAK TIUP WISEL PUN XLEH!!!!!’
LOL-ed while Haza tolak2 my head. Ouchiess..!!
OUCH!! LOL
We were making fun of fathers so much that I think people thought we were crazy or something something.. :p
After Afi got back, I told her the story n this title. We created this song:
WE ARE THE TORCH BEARERS FOR THE UMMAH
GUIDED BY PAK GUARDS AND MAK GUARDS
(PAK GUARDS AND MAK GUARDS)
FOUNDATION CENTRE OF IIUM
THE GATE OF GARDEN,KNOWLEDGE AND PAK GUARDS..
:D
tooties bloggie dear.. <3
Ps : ZERO.COM is under construction
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