Harry Makes Me Cry

“You’re the weak person.

You’ll never know love or friendship,

And I feel sorry to you.” HARRY POTTER through a scene; a fight with Voldermort.



In memory of SKKB



I’m almost cried in front of my laptop just now when I watched Harry Potter: The Order of Phoenix. The last part of the movie was really touched my heart.  I suddenly flashback all of my mirthful and bitter memories at my former lower secondary school (I managed to attend form 4 at the school also, but due to some private problems of mine I have to shift  to another school, K). 
 
I used to cry and laugh a lot at FP. I had tried to flashback my friends’ faces and what I had gone through with them: making jokes , shared problems and tried to wipe each other tears with our own version of advices, eating simple cuisine together at the dining room while telling stories about how we missed our mother’s cooking and finished our homework on time.

Some of our teachers tend to give tons of homework to their students and some students who can’t finish it on time will be getting nervous and afraid of their teacher's ‘hypertension’ attitude towards them and as a result, they will be copied from their friends. I always pray so that one day God will heard of my prayers for some of my lovely (great) teachers  to be more thoughtful when they decided to give homework to their students.

 However, I want to take this golden opportunity to thank all of my teachers  for your kindness and Ilm. I would never be succeeding in my life without your teaching and when I started to grow up, I can see how homework had helped me to understand the concepts of the subjects.

During 2008, I felt like I was losing my happiness and everything about my life shattered and then it was becoming a great doom. It was a big losing for me when my beloved parents decided to shift my school to the nearby school.

  At the farewell moment, I went into my dorm, C2-2 and the only friend I met at that time was Kamilah and she was kind a shock after she knew that I will be gone to another school.  She helped me with my bags and things in my locker. I almost shed a tear in front of her but luckily, I managed to calm myself and gave her my farewell hug and kiss. I tried to find my other dorm mates but I did not find them.

 It is not very nice when you have to leave without saying goodbye, because people will talk. I do not care much about what they will talk about me, but I am just thinking that what if I cannot carry on with my life at the new school without my close friends, classmates and dorm mates? What will happen to me next?

  And of course, I want to see my half part, the one who steal my heart since I was in form 2, the one who always break jokes and the one who always make me cry. I also did not meet him at school, that day. In contrary, I ran into my hostel warden who is also my Bahasa Melayu teacher. She looks confused when she saw me that was walking down the stairs with big bags and plastics . I still remembered her question;

“Liyana, where are you going?”

Enough of these moments. This is all Harry’s fault. *sob…sob -.-‘

"Everything happens for a reason."