Before I start to rattle on mindlessly, I'll have the world know that I have a very swollen index finger and the pain is agonising especially when I bend my fingers to shampoo my hair.

Anyway.

I had a blast in school this morning, with JT's class during p.e. Running up and down the court certainly brings me back to yesteryears. That familiar reminder of running into space was constantly playing in my head like a tape recorder on repeat mode. If I could only capture ONE netball training and relive it over and over. I'm sure some of the girls miss Amanda's extremely loud voice. hur hur. Wouldn't miss it for the world. It would be nice to go through something familiar every once in a while because I'm nostalgic like that.

In any case, tomorrow will be my last day of school, and probably the last of my teaching stint, for now. It wouldn't be fair to say that after approximately 3 months, I haven't had any sense of belonging to the school at all. I've had my fair share of uphill and downhill moments, though I must say I could really do without putting in titular effort just to make one particular class realise how rowdy they are. Very exhausting. That's probably the reason why I may not consider going back into teaching at all.

Despite the many little devils I've met along the way, I dare say that somehow, I've become a better person. Sesungguhnya, acap kali iman aku telah diduga. I've also learnt what it means to be left fending for myself. Knowing me, I depend a great deal on my dad. All that, thanks to the little ones. 'twas my pleasure, filling in for your English teacher. All the best in your future undertaking and please study smart.

And how can I forget all the special people in a little corner of the staff room. We've made ourselves quite at home, eh? This bunch has definitely made my days in school a little less banal. Many thanks also to Christina and Joseph for Fridays' Blockers. And to my wonderful co-teacher who insists that he's not ancient, muchos gracias. We'll be in touch. I would also like to apologise to anyone who bore witness to the mini volcanic-eruption that took place some time last week. I know it was very unsightly, unbecoming and definitely un-charming.

So, what's next? That much awaited for driving license and SCHOOL! I pray that this time around, I'll get a less bitchy tester and one who doesn't decide to excavate his nostrils while I drive. It was pretty disgusting okay. And as for school, I just cannot wait. The prospect of sitting in a lecture once again with a pen in my hand (yes, I'm obsessed with pens) is vair exciting. I'd give anything to be a student all my life.

Okay, I'm excited more excited about school than I am about the upcoming raya, which is strange. Case in point, at this juncture, I've yet to get cloth to be tailored and it's all my dad's fault! He had a Dubai and didn't tell me. pffftttt.

I know that this entry is rather choppy but I just can't contain my excitement (just count the number of times I've used the word in this entry alone).

errrr. I know that NUS is a very prestigious institute of higher learning but the media has got to stop oversensationalising it. Everytime it's NUS on the the list yada yada yada. We've got it, okay. It's one of the best. Don't overdo it. Stop it okay. Menyampah, understand?

And why is it that only Mustafa Centre sells Tim Tam? Much to my dismay, Market Place has everything of Arnott's product range but Tim Tam. How can something as cool as Market Place not have Tim Tam, only the coolest thing ever? Not cool, okay. Okay, I've seriously got to stop this verbal diarrhoea.

Ooohhh I just saw the Korean player from Reading on star sports - recap of the week's goals, I assume. And what a cracker it was. I hope that Liverpool starts to perform and be consistent if they're still vying for that one title they haven't claimed for ages.

Okay, once again I reiterate that I cannot wait for school. I don't care about raya. I just cannot wait for school to start. I cannot wait for Izzah to come back. I AM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!! yabadabaadoooo.

Okay there IS one thing I'm also looking forward to.

Berlalulah sudah Ramadhan, sebulan berpuasa
tiba syawal kita rayakan, dengan rasa gembira.

Just that. Tak ada baju raya tak apa.

Okay, stop. Now.