~Today, aS sHe WrITeS aBouT... ~

She could still remember her first day in IPBA. It was dated way back five years ago. On the 16th of June, 2003, with her red jubah and cream scarf, she reported herself as a student teacher there. It was one of the most difficult decision for her as she was teetering between her father's desire to further her study in a law course and her own passion to be a teacher. Finally, she rejected the scholarship offer to further her study in laws in UK and decided to chase for her dream, that is to be a teacher. Not just a teacher, but the great one and nevertheless to say, the one who educates people. Her decision of course, infused great disappointment to her dad and he decided to gave her silent treatment for the next three years. She knew that she had crushed her father's hope. She had been exposed to some law books ever since she was in form two and she was constantly being included in all the discussions, namely political issues, economics and current changes that took place at that time and their effects. However for once, just for once, she decided to follow her own dream. She was sad too but never regret upon making such decision. Even today as she writes, she still felt a bit guilty and sorry for her dad. Anyway, on that day, despite her guilty feeling, she lavished her smile to anyone she met and tried to hide her tears for disappointing her dad.

The first person that she talked to is Siti Normaisarah, who is also known as Iyce. It was in the registration room where as normal, she would get confused even for a simple matter. So, she decided to ask the person who was lining up in front of her about this and that. That person gave her an indifferent look, not interested until she finally introduced herself. "Saya Aziati, nama awak siapa?" Iyce looked surprise upon hearing her name. Then they had a chat. It was few days later she knew why Iyce suddenly changed when she heard her name. A week ago, Iyce claimed her as the most chirpy person she ever met (in a positive way of course). Hahaha. Thanks Iyce!

IPBA has witnessed a lot of things that had happened to her. It was the place when learned more about life, to trust or mistrust people, to have friends and foes, how she hardly survived in few unfortunate incidents in her life and how she learned to love and learned to not being selfish and let it go (she might write about it one day..perhaps). IPBA is also a place where she had gained a vast of knowledge from the greatest lecturers, who of course had put her in some mental tortured sessions with the excuse of having her and her course mates to think more critically about certain issues pertaining the education and life. She is still haunted with the Dr Lawrence words 'C'mon people, put on your thinking cap!". *wink* Everyday, she and her friends had to climbed up the 64 stairs just to go to the lectures while later be in the sauna (DKB) for the lectures since the air-cond were constantly not working. She had to endure the heat, not to mention the aroma therapy from the students which was usually more suffocating than calming. She brazen all these just to complete her foundation years, get herself accepted in one of the overseas university and come back with a degree...which alhamdulillah she DID it! She finally graduated with a 2nd class upper degree (0.5 more to get first class...hua!!!) and got merit for her practicum. She was offered by her lectures to teach in one of the boarding school but she still uncertain with her decision.

Yesterday, as she waved goodbye to all, she cried her heart out. She realised that she was blessed with such a wonderful house mates and friends who are never hesitate to be by her side whenever she needs them. It was not the first time she left IPBA for she had left it to further her study in Auckland before but yesterday, it was different altogether. She knew she would almost never gone back to IPBA. Yesterday, might be the last time she met some of them (if not all) or perhaps the last time they could ever see her. Things won't be the same anymore for change is constant. If only all her friends (especially her house mates) could hear her now she would smile and say 'Thank you girls. I love y' all!' She has already missed them terribly. Oh ya girls, the song below is specially dedicated to you ok. Pen-off.

Hanson -I will come to you.

When you have no light to guide you
And no one to walk beside you
I will come to you
Oh come to you
When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh come to you
Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days
And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way
Have no fear when your tears are fallin'
I will hear your spirit callin'
And I swear that I'll be there come what may

'Cause even if we can't be together
We'll be friends now and forever
And I swear that I'll be there come what may
When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you, whoa
We all need somebody we can turn to
Someone who'll always understand
So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'
I'll reach out and take your hand