dal

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youch. the button ring rip off my fingernail.

things just go wrong these days.

and for the first time of the year, i failed a test. chem. the one i was literally menggigit jari when sitting for it.

anyway kosong participated this dancework competition and her group is qualified for the final round next week. congratulations and jiayou!

the judge's comment was "i like your attitude...". i think she was referring to kosong. she was the only one without mask and she really danced with extreme expressions.

because of this competition, she's been practising a lot a lot, plus the 12hr night shift - always away from home. mother also got herself an 8hr night shift job. but for the past three days, she didn't need to attend work and i really appreciate it when she tried her best to accompany me slogging through the night(ok technically wee hours in the morning) and help me iron and wash my uniform. kak iza has been annoyingly irritating nowadays and it hurts me badly. what with preparing barom for school not her resposibility. i had to be apologetic(like as if it's my fault) and say "no i'm not blaming you for not waking us up but at least you could HELP to wake us up". that day i woke up late at 6.30 for school.
the guys in the house is another problem.
ok shut up dalila. it's time for you to be self-reliant.

lazy to study for test tomorrow lah...

i know the students' presence is greatly appreciated at the haflah tomorrow but i seriously need to mug. today and the whole day after the running competition yesterday(that's why i couldn't join the rest at parkway), was already spent on helping to decorate the stage. i'm surprised i could still hum along to the nasyid they were playing just now; dad used to buy Hijjaz cassettes.

i had trouble answering barom's questions on penjodoh bilangan. to me, it's really a great failure not knowing the basics of my mother tongue. and i almost told him it's serangkap jala. good thing i checked the malay guide book and it says serawan jala. okay i mixed up rangkap and rawan. and what is the penjodoh bilangan for lada? i thought it was biji but according to mum, it's batang. which is it?

it was a huge mistake, to a large extent, to throw away my p6 malay file. you flip through the pages and you'll see a lot of red markings. whenever cikgu go through worksheets, cikgu forced us to pen down the meaning of the word above it even if you know it. yes it was irritating but at least that way, we remember. and cikgu took the effort to explain every little things, even acting out peribahasa so that it's easier to commit something to memory based on visual. and cikgu forced us to keep a book of frasa-frasa yang baik. unfortunately, mine got lost. so what i'm keeping now is my second one.

now it makes sense why some people have decided to put on the clothes she've neglected for a long time, only now. no it's not because of the rain. it's perfectly sunny most of the time. neither it is because she lack clothes. she expects clothes laid before her eyes.
cerita ini adalah rekaan semata-mata. karakter2 adalah fiktisus belaka. "...siape yg terase tu kau peh pasal lah...".
sorry. please excuse my sarcasm above.

by monday, there were four piles and each was about half up my calf. after three days of completing most of my holiday homework and one day of reading Let the Circle be Unbroken(gosh i had backache and eyeache, if there's such word), i decided to take one morning to clear the mess. ah i know mum isn't too happy of my way of folding because as time passed, it gets bad (this time she din't scream at me because she knows i'd refuse to help her anymore if she does. this was the main reason my sisters and i are reluctant to do chores.). sorry luh i have Short Attention Span.

Sebutir demi sebutir gugur.
Yang keruh, yang suci,
bersilih-ganti.
Setiap gugusan mengangkut seribu satu makna.
Yang kurahsiakan
di sebalik senyuman terkuntum di bibir.
Yang selama ini terkunci
di sebalik pameran asmaradanta.
Biarkan ia menyembuh luka.
Kutakkan hentikannya.
Buntu. Letih.
Jenuh mencari tidak bersua.

Mungkin juga kering-kontang suatu hari nanti.
Tiada lagi air mata untuk dititis.
Tiada lagi air bening untuk diperah.

i was taken by surprise the moment i reached home and saw my grandaunt from KL.