was talking to my sister about her spm weeks, and i realized how lucky i am that mine was wonderful. we were spoilt rotten by the teachers; many teachers were there when we walked into the exam hall on the first day ( even pn mas! ), pak yem and pn sharifah were around every single day ( pak yem, pn bahayah on a bike was quite a sight ), everyone was willing to take us out for outings ( miss irene and trip to 7-11 the night before we sat for english paper ). we had fun doing every kind of things but studying; watching juara lagu ( i forgot who won, m. nasir or siti ), and la femme nikita ( michael! :P~~ ), and of course the big election ( until the warden came kick us out of dining hall, then on went the radio in B1-13 ), spying on pak yem from B2-1 ( fiqah and me, the die-hard fan, of course ), inline skating in the dorm ( until auntie reminded us that we didn't wanna get killed until spm was over, lest we spoilt our year's result ). we had the bestest of food; outings to buy food for bukak puasa, pn khadijah brought us food every night after terawih, and we still had supper ( we had milk! ), and the sahur, seemed like we never stopped eating after we broke our fast. solat jemaah and baca doa every day at the surau; solat terawih led by our beloved abang is ( ustaz isubarek, duh ), and baca doa 'akashah and kinzil 'arsh together. so much more that we did, so much fun we had. everything was really quite an experience, which i hope everyone cherishes forever. back to my sister. apparently, she remembered how crazy i am over pak yem that she was inspired to write about it for her english paper. now, am i not glad that i was always rattling on about pak yem to her. had i know it'd help her with her spm paper, i'd have make her take notes. after all, i'm always a considerate sister.