.Wednesday, September 19, 2007 ' 11:03 PM x
RAMADHAN DAY 7.
(Regarding the photos, I could not possibly fit everything
into one entry right? So, maybe on the 31st of december,
where I will be creating a photo album for my photos as
memories.)
Argh. Damn-NATION. I inhaled deeply, "WHAT THE FFF-," and
recalled that I am actually fasting. Frustated as I was, I
could not find a way to escape from the fact that after
my last day of school (Oct 5th) I have to attend math
lessons in school, still! I sum it up, and I am pretty sure
that it will eat up two weeks of our vacation. (before the
O levels.) So Ilyana, you just have to wait till EVERYTHING IS
OVER to celebrate that YOU are FREE from the eagle's claws.
Anyway, today was extremely earthly. I am back to doodling
lessons, drawing outfits and scribbling my school diary.
Math was a bore as per usual. What makes my temper rise
was the retaking of our
Chemistry Prelim Practical Exam.Now what? I have to re-study the infos, and be quarrantined
again. Only this time, there will be no food fest for me.
My buddy, Toyol behaved sickeningly today during our morning
assembly. We were discussing about tv shows, when he happily
sang out, 'LEMAS' by
Ruffedge. Singing, is not a bad thing.
But singing out of tune, making the whole LEMAS word sunk into
high-pitched 'IKHLAS' tune, was unbearable. Akif and I menancingly
laughed. Pure drollery, that Toyol guy, well he is dedicated.
During recess time was mad too. We chatted a lot, despite the
whole stomach-aching-due-to-starvation. The sec4
malay boys,
quite a handful of them did not FAST. Listen to this, my sister,
who is 10 years old in exact, can FAST. You people? What a shame.
Then, there was this malay guy who mischieviously tried to buy
some food but at the same time scanning for onlookers like me.
Well, The Trio obviously caught his act. I retorted, in malay,
"Alah, makan depan orang tak malu, nak beli makanan kepala pusing
nak check-check siapa tengok, TAHU pula malunya. Aiyahh."
Oh, I have claimed back my dnt paper for prelims. I scored a
B3 for it. Okay, I am now back to being a damsel in distress.
From an A1, I dropped drastically to a B3! I need two more
marks to get that A2! Argh. Stupidstupid me.
Wait. I must think positive right? Let prelims go. What matters
is my O levels. Get A1 for D&T, and my dream of having a diploma
in visual communication will be brighter. (:
"ILYANA CAN DO IT!" -Ilpapa
(oh, seventh of ramadhan was torturing too. Our class was invaded
by the paddle pop smell again!)
Labels: Life Story.
I have tried farcical. Now what else?
