When we lost 6 of us, I thought it was bad enough.
Not having Fra, Dee, Nana, Tik & Fak, I felt like that was the worst thing that could ever happen.
I never thought things could get any worser,
But now.
We're hit with the final blow.

Disbanded.

No longer a place to be made my second home.
No longer a place to call my own.
And suddenly, Innova lost all its spark in my eye.
Suddenly, going to school feels like I'm being dragged into dungeons.
I've lost my interest to study, for now.

Ya Allah.
I can't see the hikmah now.
I know I'm probably too blinded by emotions right now.
I know everyone's thinking, "What's the big deal about changing classes?"
I'd still meet everyone in school anyways.

Well fact is, it's a big deal.
At least for me.

0834A was a predominantly Malay-populated class.
We were the Kampung Melayu,
and everyone was family.

Lee's probably the best CG Chairperson you can ever have.
We were proud of Elia because she's our sportswoman.
Naz was the best when it comes to any game associated with balls.
Fad was one of the best long-distance runners around.
Dee was the most fun and lovable person you can hang around with.
We had Mak Jah Jaliah as the wildest person in the class.
She can be crazy at times but that's the best thing about her.
We had Fra the soccer girl with a hidden talent. She makes traditional Malay dance look so beautiful.
And her twin Nana the Sakinah was known as a Christmas Tree because she hangs so many stuff on herself.
Then there's Atika, the girl who loves to sing but doesn't want anyone to know.
We also had Syafiq, probably the most shy guy you can ever come across with.
We had Widayu the pretty girl who's too hardworking to be true.
Ashyu, the beautiful chubby girl who practically knows everyone in school and the one who got casted just from playing Floorball.
Then of course there's Aishah, who looks quiet but must be the naughtiest and cheekiest person around. And she dances wonderfully.
Let's not forget Fakhrin, si mamat yang kecoh and who never fails to smile and cheer people up despite whatever mood he may be in.
Thurai who's always in his own world but never fails to make his presence known.
Hui Yan who's the only Chinese girl in our class. And the only Chinese as a matter of fact.
Also, Girija who always escapes from getting caught coming late to class.
Plus plus plus, let's not forget, Me si Fathin who behaves and talks like a makcik and goes around trying to change everyone into a makcik/pakcik too.
And of course, our Ayah, Cikgu Ali who looks boring but has the sharpest tongue around. His favourite past time is to critic/tease/sindir.

Yeah, I know I'll never get over this issue. And I'm really really hating all the decision-makers/key players who had a say in the change of classes. But, I know I'll eventually move on.
But for now, give me allowance to wallow myself in misery and agony, to cry my heart out knowing our class will never be called out again during Assembly.

This is to 0834A, the class which will soon cease to exist.
The class which would never be recorded in the college's graduation pictures.
I'll never forget being part of the class.
And I just hope I'll get through 2009, fine, if not happy.
I still want to graduate brilliantly, if not happily.

I love you 0834A...
Here's to us, may we have a brilliant year ahead, despite the different paths we're taking now...


Allah, no more miracles?
Just let me see the hikmah soon please.
Before I lose any interest to study at all.