Apologies!

Hey.



Don't freak!
I'm so sorry i didn't update you guys for almost 2 whole months!
Well, i didnt get to use any form of proper laptops or computers to update.
The school library was too open.
The kiosks - hell no, look at the keyboards which don't even look the fuck they should be.
The iTouch was too cramp to type out a large post.
You know how i write my blog posts right?
It needs speed, time and no doubt attention.
Well im here to update back the 2 months i owe you, and i'll move on to how life is now.
Now today is the 1st day of Syawal, exactly time after 31 days of Ramadhan.
Or Ramadan.
Or possibly whatever.
So did i discuss the National day i had for the first time, in my Secondary School?
Doubt so, but anyway, it was WAY better than what i had in primary school.
They'd allow us to actually stand up to show support, whereas the latter is just sitting down watching people dance and sing.
Boring, and i'd rather try to eat my own shit while it passes out my anus.
Why am i so vulgar now?
I'm supposed to be Ismail the White!
Instead of Black, that's fucked up.
Oh yeah as i was typing on.
National day was fun.
In the morning i came to school wearing long school pants and a red shirt i got from that primary school of mine.
Then at around 0715 Jana and his councillors made us arrange ourselves.
Well anyway Shafiqa Amira, the President of the Student Council, ran around the courtyard to make us stand up after we got arranged.
She wanted to hype up the crowd so that they'll go with the excitement i guess ;D
So its like after she ran around it was followed by a few other councillors,
And especially Viroshini and Ira.!
Gosh did i stand up for Viro.
It was very exciting, Dinie and i were standing up when some lot of us were sitting down,
We were screaming, shouting, singing the song, memorising the NE poetic message, ahhh it was so fun.
If only national day came twice a year.
Haishh.
Oh yeah, after the assembly we went up to classes.
In our classes we were supposed to finish a crossword on Singapore's history and its people.
Strange people we had.
We finished, and soon we noticed a crowd actually gathered outside, and i heard screams.
So i went out with the rest of the class and looked down.
Gee, what a sight.
Level 4, Level 3, 2 and 1 were all swarming.
Some of them were even throwing stuffs.
Litter, or whatever it was supposed to be.
So it's like it was supposed to be a sing-a-long session, but according to our behavior it was all a screaming session.
Especially Jana.
Damn, we had to sit in the screaming sun too.
Hell of a sun.
So we were dismissed after sweating it out.
My shit in my anus was heated like mud bricks, and turned hard so i had constipation when i got home.
Cihh.
But anyway, that's for national day part.
Now im discussing Ramadhan.
Seriously, who ever thought of eating with kafir people in public view when you're not fasting?
Not fasting its okay, but eat in front of us, with kafir people?
That's one hell of an attitude.
Don't you feel shame?
It certainly looks like you dont.
Cause you could even say hello to me.
I'm not gonna say anything to your face, it'll only provoke your true colors.
Munafik.
Okay so its like on the fasting month, the entire fasting month, we didnt want to go to the canteen, God knows why, cause it cant be the food, its less than appetizing, and it cant be the temptation, cause like i said food there sucks.
So we ended up sitting at a stone set of tables and chairs.
Because of the Sec 4 exams stuffs going on at the hall, we cant assemble there as usual.
And Jana was being nice, he didnt want us in the courtyard either.
It's all in him, the good stuffs.
But when it rains it pours.
Oh well, fyi Mr. Subash is retiring from school,
I'm pretty much sad.
Even though we've known each other only for a few 6/8 months, i feel sad cause he's so nice, better than Jana.
If Jana retired most of the persevere and seek would be sad i guess.
But they'll at least get used to it!
Unlike having Mr. Subash.
Oh yeah, fyi again we got scolded one day at PE.
It was PE time in the second period, me, rushiqah and Dinie were moping around when my smart ass suggested we sit in the canteen, to avoid the eyes of Jana.
So its like this, the canteen is out of bounds at all times besides recess and after school hours.
But besides that it should be empty.
We didnt realise that, i mean, if it was so out-of-bounds why were there teachers?
Doesnt make logical sense.
So we thought it was safe if we sat and talked.
We were all comfortable until Jana, on his rounds, caught us really red handed and asked us to stand in a line facing him, staring at his eyes.
Oh, did i tell you he has magical eyes?
They're so naturally brown you'd forget contact lenses existed.
I mean really!
Light brown!
Transparent!
His eyes omg.
And oh yeah, as i was typing.
We were told to stand in a line and one by one we were questioned.
He asked why we were in the canteen during this period.
We told him the truth, we could choose to have PE or not and we chose not to cause we were lazy, but we didnt tell him we were lazy of course.
We just told him we were tired.
Or whatever.
And he said things about packers, distributors, publishers, how tired they are.
His Rugby boys training.
And rushiqah wanted to tell him that some of the packers are not fasting in any way more than his rugby boys who drink after training.
So it's like he continued on, implying that what we were doing is weakness, and that although he isnt a muslim, he know how it feels bla bla bla~
So then we went back to sit at the courtyard with the rest.
And then school ended fast, and after it did, we all sat at the canteen and talked about what we would do for teacher's day.
Ouu teach her day.
So we all came up with as usual the many good ideas but ended in smoke and nothing.
We were so close!
And then Jana came by, and saw me, dinie and rushiqah and called to us "The Three Musketeers".
Or is that how you spell it.
So he asked whether we got the message that morning.
We said in unison a yes, of course.
Then we all went home soon, that's what i remembered.
Oh yeah!
The Teacher's Day.
Oh my god, my first TD in primary school sucked.
Remember the quote, "Not quantity but quality"?
Well in my primary school days there were both.
And both were the same, over and over.
They danced.
Danced with quality.
Danced with quality for six years for quantity.
I actually got bored of it, and thought i wanted to perform there and showcase something more than a dance that after it ends has a " HAPPY TEACHERS DAY! WOOO".
But then again, i'll only get more than in the way.
So i just steered clear.
But the 6th year was better actually, it got more than a dance for the first time.
And Graduation Day hell else but dance.
Why won't we have something like a skit, or a play at least.
Even if it sucked like having people forget the lines but at least its something different.
I mean, a lot of people claim that when you're mentally sick, you're different from the rest, though people can hate you.
So that means even if you suck you're at least different.
Oh well anyway for teacher's day 2010 for my first year i performed with Dinie, Rabia, Mirza, Raihanah, Tiffany and Dawnn.
Okay some of the people here might be people you know, but whatever.
Here's how it is.
Tiffany and Dawnn was in the Purple group.
Rabia and me was in the Blue group.
Mirza and Dinie was in the Red group.
Raihanah was meant to be a substitute, or extra, when Dinie wasnt present.
But then everything went totally saksuk.
Dinie didnt come so Raihanah had to replace her.
I was short for Rabia so i had to exchange with Raihanah.
Dinie didnt want to perform so Raihanah totally took over.
So what happened was,
Me and Mirza, Red.
Raihanah and Rabia, Blue.
Tiffany and Dawnn, Purple.
That was finalised, so we performed!
We had 3-4 rehearsals that ended at 7 on the second last rehearsal, and 6.30 for the rest.
So its like what we did was read a poem that was dramatised.
We did our own dramatised version who cares if its wrong.
At least its lively and people can understand us!
So im too tired to write my lines and their lines here.
If you need to read it so much you can ask me!
You can send me a request on my inbox, or msn if you have me.
So after we performed,
That's it for Teacher's Day!
Hmm.
After Teacher's Day and all its rehearsals were over,
We were a few days away from Syawal,
But on the week of Syawal 1st it was September Holidays.
And we were given homework and somehow I didnt want to do it,
I wanted to countdown.
Hee :)
But you cant blame me!
It's what i did for past few years.
And on Thursday,
RIGHT before Friday,
We went to Geylang.
We, me, my two sisters and my brother-in-law.
So it's like then,
We were searching for my Songkok, Mom's Hari Raya uniform, my chappa or cappa or whatever shoes, kerepek, and cushion covers.
My mom's Hari Raya uniform was found in Joo Chiat, in a shop called Jelita.
Was it Joo chiat?
Or was it Tanjong Katong.
Nahh, can't be Tanjong Katong.
So then we searched for my stuffs.
My songkok and Chappa Cappa whatever the fuck shoes were found next to each other.
So the songkok was i dont know what price, but the Whatever shoes was 15 dollars.
Oh, we had a budget of 100, and that wasnt even budget, we were supposed to spend lesser, but it ended up having 4 dollars left.
Hee :)
Mom didnt scold us though.
And i had a headache (the worst yet) on the way to and at home.
So that was all about the Hari Raya.
Oh, on the first day we didnt go out.
We stayed.
People who went out came to our house.
Oh, i gave my salams to my sick step grandmother first, then my mother, then my father, then oh.
I forgot!
Shit how can that happen.
Ohhhhhhhhh fuck,
I forgot my sisters.
Okay nevermind i'll do that later.
Okay so i earned $140++ on the first day, on the second day, not so much.
Its either 150++ or something.
Okay i cant conitnue any furhter, after you read this then you're already updated and close up to me!
Okay i want to wish the muslims, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin, Minal Aidin Wal Fa'Izin ;D

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