it rained this morning, in the wee hours, stretching to the time that we had to get ready for school. had worn my class parka, but then i was like, damn, i like to cuddle in black hoodie. so i decided to bring it along. thus, the reason why i had two sweaters.
spent the morning in class reading, while waiting for morning assembly. o! and i completely never realized what the shit was happening in chemistry. i only remember waking up and reading a text from foster bro about his being unwell.
had English in the comp lab, where i just blogged, as you can see. there was pretty much nothing else for me to do. oh, and mr syafie said that mdm kamisah told him that she was very impressed with my writing. when i get it back my section 1, maybe i'll type it for you guys?
had once again stayed in class during recess, in the same old corner, listening to Capsizing the Sea/In Waves. napped for a bit til it was time to get up and go for art.
had gone down to the canteen to buy food during lunch, and was walking towards the stairs when there, seated on the stone seats was none other than mr syafie. he opened his eyes wide and yelled, "YOU! clip up your hair." and there i was, like, "...............ok."
so during maths, wei wen made me laugh twice.
1. when he fell off the chair, i actually saw the whole process. it was almost in slow motion, he was like dadadoo and then the chair breaks and he drops, landing on the floor and stones in that position. holy shit, i seriously couldn't stop laughing!!! sorry to say but seeing that really made me so happy. *awkward grin*
2. heard him saying to daniel or zharfan, can't remember who. just someone next to him. he was like, "i never see teacher go toilet before leh." i dont know why but that was damn funny , so damn random! i was smiling to myself.
i'd webcamwhored a while when i got back, as you can see. this is the look of 'expected surprise' (?).
had gone to the library to finish up The End Of The World As We Know It. a good book, but honestly not good enough like other books which i'd read. when i was done, which was around half past 7, i went to borrow Happyface, which's by the author of Winter Town. remember Winter Town?
as Evan from Winter Town had said; "the memories are in your head. no matter where and how far you try to run away, your memories will always follow you."
anyway, here i am seated by the coffee table in my room, sipping on chocolate flavoured soya bean. i am damn worried about foster bro. i had had the feeling that something was wrong with him, but i didn't know what it was.
but it's alright, because he is the bravest boy i have ever met. and he has a percentage of my strength, which is a gathering of all there ever was in the world. so we'll both be fine!
o, i forgot to add the fact that i am having another Capsizing the Sea/In Waves marathon right now. and despite all i'd said this morning about having solid walls around me before i can philosophize, i don't have anything wise to share with you guys right now.
mr bernard had shared with us a little story in maths class, where this man goes to the doctor complaining of aches in his whole body when he poked with his finger. in the end, the problem only lied within his finger, which was what was injured.
according to mr bernard, the moral of the story is; you've got the problem. find the real cause.
i think he means when doing your exams, you gotta know what your weakness is in order to conquer any sorts of academic calamities.
that aside, i still worry a teeny weeny bit for foster bro.
admittedly, i like it when it rains in the morning when i'm on the way to school, even though the cold can get pretty much unbearable most of the time. i like to be in the class parka and i like the late morning assemblies. and i love the chillaxing in class before flag raising.
i kind of miss the bond i used to have with my classmates. i ostracized myself from everyone, pushing my table to the corner of the classroom and just scowling through out all lessons. "videographer/editor from 4/2 2011" indeed. not doing any of that stuff for 5/1 much, am i?
o, but speaking of which. there's the recess performance tomorrow, and zharfan had asked if i could record him, timothy, faiz zainal and some other people. i'm more than obliged. but something's holding me back.
it's okay, i shall go with the flow.
so my next book is After The Snow, about this boy who returned home to find everyone in his family gone. he goes on a journey where the only way for him to survive is to listen to the intuition of the dog spirit in his head.
i love my foster brother very much. he had taught me the difference between "trying my best" and "doing my best". and he had drilled into my head; "one piece of advice for you: jangan layan your emotions."
uh huh! i am the strongest girl in the world. and he; the bravest boy in the world.
shall resume with my Capsizing the Sea/In Waves marathon.
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