budak hostel

Today, my sister and I went to visit Munir (my younger bro) at his hostel. We brought along a lot of food from our open house that we had, for Munir. He's stucked in the hostel due to the SPM, so bringing some food for him hopes to cheer him up a little from the tension of revising for his biology paper tomorrow. Kakak and i, together with Ammil (my youngest bro) hurriedly packed the foods, to make sure we're in time for dinner before Munir and his friends gi makan kat DS. Or else, the foods will go to waste. So, kakak drove laju-laju so that kitorg cepat sampai.

Sampai kat guard house, kakak stopped the car, kononnya nak report to the guards la before we actually entered the mrsm compound. Pak cik guard at the guard house ckp xyah report, so we smiled at the guards. hehe :p

As soon as we reached Munir's hostel block, i called him to inform him that we're there. Unfortunately he didn't answer the phone. So, without further delay, i dgn selambanya walked up to the windows of one of the hostel room (mind u, it's a boys hostel)and asked the boys in the room to call Munir for me. :p (ayah kata seb baek i didnt get caught by the warden for intruding the boys' hostel, kalo x, xpsl2 munir dpt surat buang sekolah yg ke 12...haahhaa :p)

A few minutes later, Munir came. Apparently, he was sleeping. So when he came, of cos la..muka bantal. huhu ;p I handed him the well packed nasi tomato, ayam masak merah, daging masak hitam, and etc and reminded him to study well for tomorrow's exam. I hope he'll be able to answer well tomorrow.

Being a former budak hostel all throughout my secondary schooling years, i was overjoyed everytime mama and ayah came to visit me. Mama would bring foods for me and kawan-kawan. But when there were times that mama and ayah couldn't visit me sebab meeting ke apa, i would feel sad. So now, i feel happy that i went to visit Munir at his hostel, and brought him food. I never wanted him to feel left out or sad staying in a hostel. I was a budak hostel once, and i know the feelings.