This morning
my stomach was in knots.I'm telling you it was scarier than:
1.bungee jumping
2. the time when i was 5 and broke my arm into tiny pieces and my flesh twisted around itself and i had to insert a metal rod to fix the bones.
3. the time they took out the metal rod.
4. 'O' Levels, PSLE, and whatever life defining exam u can think of
5. the time, i got trapped in the lift with a cockroach.
So as i was waiting in the
waiting room after my warm up ( which was perfect - so i by right should be full of confidence), i was humming some annoying song, making friends with this lady beside me and listening to radio all in a bid to calm myself.
Me and the lady were looking at the test routes, and then she had to say it: i heard that
test route 8 is the hardest of all. And of course, knowing my luck, my tester comes, after everybody has already left mind you, to tell me
very happily that my test route is No. 8. Murphy's law looks like its going to reveal it ugly head.
And then he proceeds to tell me his laptop is
spoilt so i sit there was another half an hour while he tries and fixes it. Eventually he does not manage to so its back to the good old basics, Paper. SO there we go, driving around the circuit. My leg is shaking on the clutch pedal. As a result i did a number of unnecessary mistakes which causes my tester to tick quite a number of boxes. By the time i leave to bloody circuit i have accumulated so many ticks
I thought : die. confirm fail. I was already planning my failure speech for the rest of the world.
But NO!...
No more points!... he never even touch his pen la all the way round yck and back.
But i still thought i was going to fail. So i came out of the car. followed behind the tester looking like i was walking to the
gas chamber.And whadda' you knoooow.
I passed.
Today the funniest things in the world happened. Remember i love Wednesdays? Well today is a Wednesday and
we played hide and seek!
We played at the TRCC. Me and nan managed to get into the auditorium room because the cleaner let us in ( fantastic hiding place coz it can only be opened using the card)
Then we waited there for a long long time. No sign of any life outside. So i started calling all the other hiders. None of them had been found! We waited a little longer and finally decided that we were bored so we came out.
But where were the seekers (fidah, Kiki, shah) ???
they were in here....

the handicap lift !!! STUCK!!!

the technitions and the security could hard hold back their amusement

There are the 3 gundus, finally rescued and the security is giving them a warning not to use the handicap lift anymore. And shah is officially a girl. He was so scared in the lift, fearing for his life. The girls were laughing away.
I swear i have never been so amused. I am in a class full of clowns. I love them.
YAY!
No more Fyp ( for awhile)
Done with G301. How was it? Okay la, we shall see how it turns out.
Now its on to a UT filled week.
I'm sick of school. I want to graduate already. Every thing's become so mundane. But I have a feeling I'm gonna miss it when its over.
ifulovemewon'tuletmeknow
ifulovemewon'tuletmego

U see, this is my FYP poster.
Girly right??? But please look at the title. 'PREGNANCY'. Pregnancy is not exactly a very manly project. It was one big headache to print this thing out. When we went the shop, so many things overlapped. But then, this
old uncle who was taking care of the shop, managed to put everything properly for us.
THIS UNCLE ROCKS SOCKS. he was so patient,using adobe photoshop to edit and paint and crop everything for us. We bought him kopi-O. It was so unexpected, he is such a old man, who would think he looks like one of those sitting at the coffee shop with his leg on the chair, shirt tucked out and digging his ear. But
NO. he is such a PRO. Fantastic. I'm in awe.
What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly -- that is the first law of nature.
To my lucky star Well, it’s been 3 years. Seems like forever somehow. I miss like you like hell you know. Did a lot of growing up since that day, these kinds of things just have a way of whacking the harsh reality of life into you. But no matter what love, I still hold on to that childish naivety that maybe, just maybe, if I closed my eyes tight enough and I wished hard enough, somehow, when I opened them again, this would all just be a dream. Then you would still be here making me smile, telling me some hilarious redundant story, staying up till all hours of the night, playing ball in hallway, breaking the pots and piecing the pots back together while trying not to wake the people in the house, we would still be having sleepovers, still be talking about the future, we would simply still be. It was just so sudden and it left all of us feeling incomplete somehow, unfinished.
But I am okay. No matter how much it breaks my heart I will continue being okay. I will grasp on to all the memories and keep them in a safe somewhere. I thought the world of you. Everyone did. I will do all the things that you dreamed of doing but never got to do, I will try my very best to live for you and every step of the way, you will always be in my heart.
With all the love in the world
Sabita