LAST DAY OF PRELIMINARIES
Thursday, September 18, 2008/12:43 PM
Ladies and gentlemen,
PRELIMS ARE OVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes they are.
AND DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE WE WORKED OUR ASSES OFF BABY FOR OUR LAST NON-NATIONAL EXAMINATION OF OUR COMPULSORY TEN-YEAR EDUCATION LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah. but let's not all dwell on the fact that O'levels is a month away.
let us all rejoice nonetheless.
SO. I wanna tell you all about my day today. It started at about five when I woke up for SAHUR. After praying, I went back to sleep and only woke up to wake my sister up so that she can go to school. After that I was sleeping and sleeping and dreaming about inexistent spy assasins and how I was held captive by a man determined to rob the world of its supply of cheese and literature textbooks. EVIL. So, after I was saved by Agent Skyder, I awoke to see that IT WAS 10 IN THE MORNING! Actually around here I wasn't panicking. In fact I was like 'damn. I woke up too early.'
After getting ready for sekolah, I waltzed to school while taking in the mid-morning sights. I took this as an oppurtunity to see life in pasir ris after seven in the morning on a weekday. It was very quiet. No children crying about not wanting to go to school or teenagers chattering excitedly about the new song by David Archuleta. Only senior citizens walking around aimlessly and silently, wondering when their grandchildren will be out of school or when their children will come and visit. Everything was bathed in golden sunlight and the sky was so heavenly blue. I just took my time and even took some pictures.
There were several things that I saw that I didn't usually see when I walk to school with Syafiqah. For instance, when we walked past the Daycare/Education centre we normally see children entering the school in drips and draps, accompanied by their parents who were already dressed in work clothes. Today, I looked into the school and saw the children already at their work and play. Some children were scrawling out pictures on pieces of paper, others were drying and displaying their paintings proudly in the bask of sunlight. Some were singing songs about the number three who was sad and didn't want to go home. It was so cute. I should walk there with syafiqah some day.
And so you could assume what I did for the rest of my journey and the speed of my walking. I was so lost in the mid-morning beauty that I was trapped by its mesmorising shimmering beauty. I know. Sort of an overboard description of a typical Pasir Ris morning but I don't know. Maybe I was hungry or something.
I arrived at school completely relaxed and unoccupied. In my head I was thinking 'BRING ON PHYSICS BABY!' When I stepped in, the security guard looked at me like I was talking to myself or something. SO I looked at him knowingly and said, 'Prelims.' I felt kind of pissed that I had to explain myself to the stout officer in white. I mean DUH. I AM A PRELIM GIRL. LOOK AT ME. I mean, who goes into school at TEN THIRTY in the morning. I should have given him a piece of my mind. Look at me. What with my small sized bag and my sweater draped over my shoulder. It should have been pretty OBVIOUS that my purpose on that day was to face prelims. SHEESH.
When I went into the hall, I was like 'Hmm.. Maybe I am a bit late. I'm sure they are just sitting down now. They should have just stepped into the hall. It's only ten thirty.'
With a smirk, I opened the hall door. The entire batch of four seven and four eight were already in their neat rows flipping through their exam papers to see whether they have the right number of pages. Surprised by the sudden outburst of sunlight that shone upon now on their drained faces and tables, THEY ALL LOOKED UP. They looked somewhat relieved. Others were confused. Others were amused. And then, her voice rang with authority as it echoed through the hall.
'NAMIRA! WHY ARE YOU LATE? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!'
oh.
PRELIMS ARE OVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes they are.
AND DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE WE WORKED OUR ASSES OFF BABY FOR OUR LAST NON-NATIONAL EXAMINATION OF OUR COMPULSORY TEN-YEAR EDUCATION LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah. but let's not all dwell on the fact that O'levels is a month away.
let us all rejoice nonetheless.
SO. I wanna tell you all about my day today. It started at about five when I woke up for SAHUR. After praying, I went back to sleep and only woke up to wake my sister up so that she can go to school. After that I was sleeping and sleeping and dreaming about inexistent spy assasins and how I was held captive by a man determined to rob the world of its supply of cheese and literature textbooks. EVIL. So, after I was saved by Agent Skyder, I awoke to see that IT WAS 10 IN THE MORNING! Actually around here I wasn't panicking. In fact I was like 'damn. I woke up too early.'
After getting ready for sekolah, I waltzed to school while taking in the mid-morning sights. I took this as an oppurtunity to see life in pasir ris after seven in the morning on a weekday. It was very quiet. No children crying about not wanting to go to school or teenagers chattering excitedly about the new song by David Archuleta. Only senior citizens walking around aimlessly and silently, wondering when their grandchildren will be out of school or when their children will come and visit. Everything was bathed in golden sunlight and the sky was so heavenly blue. I just took my time and even took some pictures.
There were several things that I saw that I didn't usually see when I walk to school with Syafiqah. For instance, when we walked past the Daycare/Education centre we normally see children entering the school in drips and draps, accompanied by their parents who were already dressed in work clothes. Today, I looked into the school and saw the children already at their work and play. Some children were scrawling out pictures on pieces of paper, others were drying and displaying their paintings proudly in the bask of sunlight. Some were singing songs about the number three who was sad and didn't want to go home. It was so cute. I should walk there with syafiqah some day.
And so you could assume what I did for the rest of my journey and the speed of my walking. I was so lost in the mid-morning beauty that I was trapped by its mesmorising shimmering beauty. I know. Sort of an overboard description of a typical Pasir Ris morning but I don't know. Maybe I was hungry or something.
I arrived at school completely relaxed and unoccupied. In my head I was thinking 'BRING ON PHYSICS BABY!' When I stepped in, the security guard looked at me like I was talking to myself or something. SO I looked at him knowingly and said, 'Prelims.' I felt kind of pissed that I had to explain myself to the stout officer in white. I mean DUH. I AM A PRELIM GIRL. LOOK AT ME. I mean, who goes into school at TEN THIRTY in the morning. I should have given him a piece of my mind. Look at me. What with my small sized bag and my sweater draped over my shoulder. It should have been pretty OBVIOUS that my purpose on that day was to face prelims. SHEESH.
When I went into the hall, I was like 'Hmm.. Maybe I am a bit late. I'm sure they are just sitting down now. They should have just stepped into the hall. It's only ten thirty.'
With a smirk, I opened the hall door. The entire batch of four seven and four eight were already in their neat rows flipping through their exam papers to see whether they have the right number of pages. Surprised by the sudden outburst of sunlight that shone upon now on their drained faces and tables, THEY ALL LOOKED UP. They looked somewhat relieved. Others were confused. Others were amused. And then, her voice rang with authority as it echoed through the hall.
'NAMIRA! WHY ARE YOU LATE? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!'
oh.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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