Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Let's start with something simple, Semester I is over (ooooyeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh) and no, it didn't wrap up peacefully and full of grace, it was the exact opposite.
Okay, so let me give a clear view about the whole situation. I took 6 subjects, and one of them is Physics. In our examination time-table, Physics is scheduled on Monday, 3rd October. On a side note, my sister Aqeelah was scheduled to fly to Egypt on that exact day. So I kind of had to rush things, cause the Mahallah won't let people leave things in the rooms, and we had to check out and give our keys and those stuff, so I wanted to know how I was going to go home.
I mean, I already went home that weekend to attend the Doa Selamat for Aqeelah and my parents (to Haji), so I've already brought back most of my stuff. What's left is the small shelf in the middle of the room and a few stuff (toiletries, a few clothes that I wore for two days, Physics notes, stationery, toiletries and pillows). I wanted to know, if Abah would come fetch me or I'd have to take a KTM, so I already called Ummi the night before to confirm my status and Ummi clearly stated that Abah wouldn't make it in time, she asked me when would my paper end, and I said 11. Honestly it was 12, but I can go out early if I wanted to, and I did, right after Aisyah submitted hers (I kept kicking the other Aishah's chair to give a hint that I'm done and let's get out of here, but she wouldn't budge).
So here's the thing, my phone got stolen the other day, so I have a new phone, and it's not exactly a 'phone' but it plays that role for me, but the galaxy tab is kind of big and I didn't want to bring that to the exam hall and have it lay under my seat so I left it in my locker. After finishing early, we headed to the cafe and grabbed some drinks and light food cause we were starving (don't ask at what time we went to bed), and waited for the others to finish, then we took some pictures of our last day, bid farewells and stuff, I was totally relaxed and had no worries, weren't rushing to go anywhere, I had everything planned in my mind, when I had back to my room, I'm gonna go lay down on bed for a while, then pack lightly, Abah would drive me here the next day to pick the rest of my things, I'd check out then, I have RM5 in my pocket, the bus ticket t KL Sentral is RM2.10, I'll use the rest to buy a snack at 711, I'll use my touchngo card to pay for KTM, I'd text Abah when I'm about 3/4 stations before Padang Jawa, I'l hop on the car and we'd be right on time to go to the airport, an I'd sleep during the journey. See how planned I was? Can you see how organized my day could actually have been? But no, what's life if it isn't a plot twist?
When I arrived at home, Azwa was being restless, her family's already arrived, and I was like, oh, okay, I'll just take lay down a bit, and then her phone rang, and I asked "Mak kau ke?" and she was like "tak, mak kau!" At first, I thought she was trolling, and I couldn't even differentiate a joke and a statement with that level of sanity, but Azwa shoved the phone to my ear, and suddenly I hear my mom's voice saying Abah has been waiting for me at the parking lot for about an hour, so I went to get my tab, and I had to rub my eyes with the amount of misscalls I received. 18? Bloody 18? Seriously? I called Abah, and he sound kinda pissed so I hurrily shoved EVERYTHING that's in fornt of me, in my bag, and took it downstairs with all the pillows, then I shoved EVERYTHING else in my locker, my desk, my bed, and shoved it in some paperbag, and took it downstairs, and went up again, I asked Azwa to help me with the shelf, and to be quite honest, it was pretty embarassing carrying a shelf that big (1 metre height, about 50cm width), but thankfully that's over. Bid farewell to Azwa, then I totally passed out in the car. That was so tiring, even though my room's on the first floor, but the parking lot isn't exactly near to my block, and I haven't had a decent breakfast, and I barely slept the night before (like seriously, it was roughly an hour) and everything happened quite abruptly, so, yeah, I was really tired, but I didn't sleep, I tried to, but I couldn't. I just rested my body.
When we got home, Abah told me to get in, and that he'd carry all my stuff in, and well, I wouldn't want to object that order, so I attacked the couch (which barely had any room, the living room is scattered with Qeelah's stuff) I was like a walking zombie- wait scratch that, I wasn't actually walking, just sitting, or laying down, so, I was an immobile zombie, I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't get myself to it. Ever since my sleep schedule got messed up, I couldn't get myself to sleep like I used to, it's more unnatural this way.
Anyway, the house was full of woman. Seriously, it felt there were more by the degree of fussiness that was present. There's my grandmother, check. My mother, check, Two f my aunts, check check, and ofcourse the youngest of them all to have a pretense of being a primadonna, Qeelah herself. They were all fussying about how her hard disk is undetectable with Windows, where's the Macbook charger, where's the camera, where's the clothes, which bag is it, what to wear, who's going with whom and a lot of stuff that did not survive in my brain, and I'm just there lying down trying to sleep, I mean I'd love to help, but there's honestly nothing to help. It kind of made me thinking that I have so many women in my life. So. Many.
We arrived at the airport shortly after Asar, Qeelah went with Abah after Zohor, so we met up at the airport and there's one event that I really want to blog about. Okay, um, the airport was filled with people who's going to study in Egypt, since it's a MARA thing, they were a lot, and they brought their friends and family with them, and you know someone's going to Egypt to study if you see them wearing a nametag with a pink strap
So Harimau Malaya was at the airport too, I didn't get close, just passed by them, I initially thought those were some fans because, well, everybody has the jersey and some were even wearing it last night, but something screamed official on their jackets, and I'm not a football fan so I don't know their faces, but I do know their coach, and he was talking to some white guy, and he was walking beside me, then this guy wearing a pink strapped nametag kind of gave a 'sup' nod to them, I literally laughed at the spot. He was like "Sup dude? Going to some tournament huh? Well, I doubt you'll win, but good luck anyway" LOLOLOL.
We were there for hoooooooouuuuurrrsss, literally, and finally it was time for goodbye. And everyone cried....except me. Lol, okay in my defence, I did not see crying quite relevant to the situation. I mean, she's going there to study, not a war, if God's willing, she'll be safe and sound and smart and come back with Doctor title, and well, isn't that something worth celebrating rather than crying over it. Well of course, we won't see her for the next 6 years, she might come back during the breaks depending on her allowance, but it's not like she's never been away before, she'll be fine insyaAllah, she'll always be in our prayers.
When I got back home, I attacked my bed, I prayed slowly 'Please make me sleep, please make me sleep' and when I blinked, it's already 6 O'clock in the morning. Showered and had breakfast (Didn't eat since breakfast the day before), and well, online since that. :D
I'm quite worried of what I'll be doing now, since my time table is completely empty, until next week that is (We're going to visit Aisyah in Sarawak, how awesome would that be?) In the mean time, I just...
