Thursday, June 30, 2005

Assalamualaikum..

Sometimes I just simply love school.. Weee....! But sometimes mmg tak suka gi skola..Benci!Benci! Haha.. I love school coz I like all my classmates..muah!muah! Hasat dengki tu kiter ketepikan je lah. I love school because I love make fun of the teachers and gave an innocent look. I hate school because the lesson are boring and tonnes of homework need to be done after school has ended. It sucks big time.

Sumita asked me a question which really struck my mind, "Rohani, last year, do u feel like going to school and wake up in the morning without any delaying?" "Yeah, but this year..." "Haha..this year is like we force ourselves to wake up rite?" Haha.. she is right. People to change. Unlike last year, Im willing to wake up at 5.45am...bathe and then went outta my house at 6.30pm. Walked to the 302 bus-stop until I sweat like mad coz die die must reached there in 15mins time. If the time is 7am and I haven't reach school yet, I panicked..panicked giler. However, this year. I always delay the time to wake up, berharap jam jarung akan berhenti seketika. Now, I woke up at 6.10am. Mum was the one who woke me up. But I delayed it 5-10mins later. Reached school at 7.15 or five minutes later, feeling confident that I will not be late. Phew....in my 10+ years of education life, tak pernah lamat. Amacam? Ada break the world record tak? Khekhe..

Last year, I never want to be absent from school coz I worried I will missed my lesson..nanti ketinggalan plak. Tapi, this year..relax jek. Buat Parent's Letter sendiri and called the school myself, acting I am the mother. Ada jugak aku take the risk suruh cikgu called my parents. Due to my innocent pathetic face, I know the teachers trust me. Alhamdulillah..nikmat tuh. Hehe.

Past 3 days, the malay guys in my class keep calling me, "the girl who likes to make jokes" Itu kalau mood aku betul-betul giler. Tapi, biler mood aku tak baik..naas lah dorang, kena tengking dari aku. Khekhe. The good thing is my classmates knows my character well. So, no problem lah. Hehe.

Being in the top position in class for the past 2 years, it's kinda good.. feeling that you are the cleverest in the class but u r not, u are just hardworking, forcing ur mind to memorize all the shit inside ur head. My aims are very high so that I can get money, baby. Haha. Tapi kan, time tu..tak sangat kenal kawan di dalam kelas. Asyik tumpuan pada pelajaran. This year, it's different, knows everyone..talk to everyone..kill everyone..naik darah everyone. It's a best feeling you ever had than having the top position.

When teacher is absent and we had free period, I will spend my time doing either my assignment on that day or revision. That was last year. This year? Chit-chat lor.. I rarely handed my assignment late for the past 2 years, this year? Delay..delay..delay..sometimes tak buat langsung..or i either lie that I did it but it's at home. Yeah right. Teacher will excuse me, don't worry.

My classmates will asked me for answers during test for the past 2 years. But this year, terbalik plak jadinyer. Hehe. I copied..only for Maths lah coz the teacher heck-care type. In conclusion, school is not just a place to study but making new connections at the same time. I want to leave the school not just because of my achievements..but my memories in the school..with friends and making fun of the teachers not because I hate them.

Today, I had Social Studies Mock Exam. I never even study at all but 30mins before the exam starts, I start studying. Itu pun sekadar, ingat cikit-cikit. I was lucky that the SEQ came out the question that I had just memorize. It was easy....only if I had memorize harder. Hehe. But the whole paper was okay to me..plus the SBQ. In the end of my Social Studies essay, I draw a smiley face =) and Thank You. Hoping that I will get sympathy marks. InsyaAllah. Hehe.

Mr.Suhandi, my DNT instructor told me to take out one of the last year's student artefact. When I brought the artefact up, Mr. Irfan, my DNT teacher, asked, "Who took this last year artefact?" Everyone at the table- Fadzli, Firdaus and me kept quiet. He repeat his question. And I answer, "ME!" "Why? For what?" I happily jawab, "Suke hati orang lah.." Fadzli was laughing, "S**l lah, jawab camtu sey.." I giggled. "Mr.Suhandi told me to bring that up lah..."

Finally, I had completed my artefact..first one to complete! Hehe. Mr.Irfan took some shots of my artefact using his digicam. He wants to take my picture. "Don't want lah!!" Haha..aku ni step malu jek.. muke mmg tak tau malu. Haha. Then he said, "Siti Nurhaliza concert coming soon at Singapore rite? U bought the ticket? Post ur picture lah, then there will be Siti Rohani concert soon.. hahah" "Iyor lah tuh..."

I helped Fadhli to do a handle using a plastic rod. I place the rod in the oven to make it soft so that I can bend it into shape. Bila aku buka oven je, aku nampak bubbles had form in the plastic rod which means I had overheat it. Aku nak take out rod tu dari oven tapi tak de gloves. I called Fadhli name and asked him for gloves. Frankly, I am not sure about my pronouncation of gloves. So I said, "glof!!glof! Fadhli! ambilkan glof!" Terpampar wajah Fadhli kebingungan. He dun get what I meant.
Fadhli: Ape?
CT: Ambilkan glof lah!
Fadhli: Glof? Ape glof?
CT: Itu, sarung tangan!
Fadhli: *giggles* haha..cakaplah gloves. Bkn glof! Ya Allah, Rohani..rohani. Patut lah tadi aku bingung. Haha.. ade ke glof
CT: Ha? Mcm mana nak pronounce?
Fadhli: Gloves.
CT: Haha..ok
Seminit kemudian, aku da lupe macam mana nak pronounce.
CT: Glof.. ey..cam mana nak pronounce lagi skali?
Jamilah: Gloves..
CT: Gloves kat bilik sebelah. Ambilkan Fadhli. Please.

Haha. Si mulut Fadhli tak boleh diam. Dia gi bilang the other classmates. Semua ketawa. La..budak ni!! Uat aku malu je!

Next Friday, I will be talking my Malay O level Oral. Tak sabar! Haha. I enjoy oral and talking crap with the teachers. Hehe. Doakan aku akan pass okies!! =D

Ok la, itu aje untuk hari ni. Today is best bangat..! Haha

Wslm,
Rohani

PS: Most are in english sbb nak buck-up babe.. khekeh..faham2kan je lah..

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