Salaam'alaikum.

Foreword: Don't you come nagging at me (or at my shoutbox!) for not revising for my O level at this moment. This is the only time I can get my hands on the keyboard. -_-"

Uhh kk...That is a bit exaggerating but heh. Forget it. :B

The first day of O level Exams ( Oct-Nov; written)

I was not anxious or nervous, or worse, excited. I was just feeling ..'me'.
[So how does the feeling of 'me-ness' feels like?] Don't ask me. Don't ask OCBC either. No one knows.

I wore the usual attire, the casual one. Off to Tiong Bahru I went. Oh yes, I did forget to bring my entry proof but thanks to Him, I remembered abt it and took the elevator back to my home to retrieve it.Heh. I daresay my father was kinda annoyed for my carelessness. But hey, he is like that too, you know. So heh.

In the train I sat on the purple bench? Bench eh.heh. Anw an Aljunied student, a little girl, sat beside me. A boy from the same school sat on the bench? opposing me. I assumed they were siblings. I should admit I miss going (rushing, I mean) to school in the wee hours of the morning. Heh. I think I scared some of the passengers cuz it was obvious that I was muttering, reading my Arabic compositions.And yeah, the Aljunied girl stared at my exercise book.The boy too. Then I noticed smthg; as soon as he stood up to get off the train, I realised he had a blue ribboned-collar.(Is there such term?) Oh so..he is a secondary student. A.. tiny one..? Oh well. =)

At Tiong Bahru. Oh boy, how I miss my ex-schoolmates! They were in their school uni whereas non-Al-Maarifians and non-Al-Sagoffians, like myself, were not. Most dressed up as if going for house-visiting during Hari raya, some were just too idle to look good..not some uh but one. And who was that? Yeah, me, I know. -_-"

To cut short the lengthy and monotonous recount; I simply abhor the examination hall. Hmm. They should have stated in the 'entry proof's, reminding candidates to bring their own pocket-sized fan which works on a 1.5V battery. No worries. In years to come, when I am an invigilator, I will suggest that to SEAB. By Allah's will. (!)

The second day of O Level Exams (practical & written)

I felt way better than the other day.Why? It was because.. ( eh..not compre lah!) Oh, right. Cuz I had the chance to clean up the house in my own way. Strange reason? Yeah, I know. Hm.. I vow not to take service number 80 to MacPherson. The main gate is like at the East and 'my' bustop is like at the North-west. Sheesh. I should take 82 then 135 instead. At least that would take me approximately only 2 minutes to enter the school.

The practical exam was fine.All Praises to Him. But the invigilators were like discpline mistresses/masters. Phew. Glad it was over.

I have to make a confession: I have never ever been in such a helter-skelter manner in my entire life. Tak sgt terok sgt uh but really, man..That was the most tiring day in this whole holy month of Ramadhan. Tak pe lah...Mujahid mesti kuat semangat.. But I think that experience was nothing compared to the era of Rasulullah and his companions. I should be thankful instead cuz we made it just in time for the exam. Glory to Allah..

After the last paper....for that day. (got you there, didn't i?:) Relieved, man.
A class gathering- to break fast- will be held at Progress Restaurant, or rather,
Makmur Restoran. Sadly to say, I had like only enough money to buy a bowl of chendol at Pasar Geylang.

DENG!! Nak buke ape dgn duit 'seguni' mcm tu kat restaurant?

I had accidentally taken out my pocket money from my purse the night before cuz my mother asked me for change. And hey! I didn't know abt the breaking fast gathering until after sahur the next morning.(yes, it was my fault.I rarely have my hp with me nowadays). But there is a reason for it, though; I am like always the last person on earth to know smthg.And for me, having a hp or not, it is just the same old thing. I am still far away from the civilisation.
(ok, exaggerated fact again.)

Apart from that, I have this feeling that my parents will not like it eventhough they gave their consent abt eating out with peers. My mother is not feeling well and I have
to help her out with the household chores, esp cleaning up the table after eating.

You know, at times, there is more that meets the eye.. My mother may look all cheerful, serene and healthy. But no ones on the inside. Not even me. Or her very own husband a.k.a my father. If people were to ask me what illness is my mother suffering from, I would go blank. Her illness is inexpressible. The only thing I know is that when she gets too uptight and stressed up or tired, her veins will go 'tegang' (? in english? heh.dunno uh) and that is where the problems come in. If the the veins are like that, it is feard that they will go 'putus' right? (shesh.. i sound like PCK seh.)

I always imagine my veins are all over my body, disconnected from each other. Ugh. And beacuse of one teeny weeny vein, a part of the body goes disfunctional. And I do not want that to happen to my mother.

Perhaps some would say I am so.. selfish for not being able to join the gathering..
The 'first and last' gathering or so.. Come to think of it; Do you really think I would abandon my friends? My friends who I have spent years learning things together with..? Answer the question any way you want. I have mine and I know the answer is a definite 'N-O'.

I have received various messages on my cellphone about everlasting friendship, promises in friendships and such.You know, the best way to learn is through theory. And applying it through practical is another. Allah knows best.

I have typed a long (endless? it's ending already.) entry. I just want to say a few more. Haha.
'ending' nye..

I know I am not a perfect friend
who is always there, lending a helping hand.
but believe me, you can't find one, two or three,
even until eternity.

well,we have always searched for one,high and low
kind ones, pretty ones, handsome ones or so
but we always forget The One;
the bestest friend who had created everything, including the Sun.

Wallahu a'lam.

Eh jap jap..Ok ok.Last last last...

Happy Eid Mubarak
or rather,
Selamat Hari Raya

Do forgive me if have ever hurt you emotionally (or physically) for those out there
(or out here). May Allah bless you.