There is a song etched at the back of my head, it is silently singing sweet harmony in my head, but i never got around to really listen.
i tried today. there is that song at the back of my head. it brings back a certain nostalgic memory that is so heavy for my heart to recall.
i remember only few words of the song. valley, mountain, birds.
washing our tears all away.
i searched and googled the lyric, went through pages and pages of weird music.
and then i found it. If we hold on together. Diana Ross. and memory came sweeping in flood of tears.
Hari Membina Azam CBN. when we sing songs including ‘Fikirkan Boleh’, ‘Standing in the eyes of the world’, ‘Greatest Love of All’, ‘Hero’ and ‘Heal the world’.
i remembered clearly singing this song at the top of my lung with mel and alin. we were in 3B, our class line was always next to the doors, so we get fresh forest air through out long hall ceremony, with monkeys and banana trees and huge canopy of trees and of course, the top of KL Tower. but never any abang ranger hutan in sight. darn.
andi i remember my much cherished 2 years in 2B and 3B. i remember astrinee and ian, my deskmates during the two years. joni, aina, farah and harvinder because they were always together, corrupting each other’s mind. and then ast, jazmine, azura, hazira, liyana salim always laughing, always have something to joke about everyone. even kai lin’s shiny legs under her pinafore. aini, nora, liyana J, zulfa, syazana, the two Joannes, adeline ang yg kurus dan tinggi, and janet yg super pandai! and of course, nik sarah, ranking! with her ronaldo and cheer! and everyone else who had made 3B TOO AWESOME. and shura and haz when we go to saujana together. and gossip about boys across the street. thank God those days had passed :p
sigh. i love girls school. i love CBN. i love how Pn. George always tried to make us ladylike. dont push your sleeve up, dont sit by the sidewalk, clean and pretty hair, chin up. I miss CBN days. there are lots of things that i missed out. and its really too bad i never got the duty to wash the fish fountain by the canteen either.
sometimes i do wonder if i should have stayed on and graduate my high school there. Because everyone knows the form 4 and 5 of CBN have all the fun. with the drama (the competition and drama drama), choral speaking, minggu bahasa, cheerleading, running around, sports day, mcD, and walking up bukit nanas. and getting paranoid everytime i use the shortcut because there might just be a druggie to chase me or something. and ooh, merdeka day . and wear sexy sari, all bare back and (flat) tummy showing with VERY PROUD PATRIOTIC FEELING.
and i will always remember my dear Anna. I pray God will bless you with His rahmah and berkat.
I guess, I could never really say I was satisfied with my 2 years in CBN. Who could? 2 years is a short time, as sweet as it is. But I am real glad I followed my sister’s footstepr and had 2 years worth of teenage life living as a CBNER 
And there’s always that saying : Once a CBNer, always a CBNer.
It’s ultimately cliched, but i sought the words and meaning dearly with all my heart.