A story to tell our kids

Assalamualaikum. Someone told me a guy in school reads my blog. Hmh. Scary.

Okay so hello everyone, I am here... again. As usual.

I just came home. I am supposed to be studying, but I'm not. Ugh, and finals is next week.

I am being utterly stupid. Takpe, I will study after this, insyaAllah.

So anyway, I had to go home a day later to help with Form 5's graduation. Sad kan?

It was just so quiet without my roommates. But Laila was there as well. And my whole row, at least one person in the room was staying so it wasn't so bad. But still...

So it was a little tiring. But it wasn't so bad.

My bus was at 4, and I was supposed to go to Melaka Central from school at 3. But the van was like really late because it was raining so heavily and there was a jam and bla bla bla.

And there were 19 of us and we had big bags and we had to squeeze in the van.

At first, they suggested some of them to go by taxi, but in the end everyone squeezed in. And it was the first time I truly felt like I was in a sardine can.

Serious ._.

But it was fun. Everyone was laughing at the whole situation. and it was raining so the wind came blasting into my face at a high speed. My face felt so numb.

So then we arrived at MC and we were already half an hour late so of course the bus had left us. We had to buy a new ticket at 5. Harir gave us some money (Welfare Exco's money of course, not his own) to buy a new ticket. Thank God for that.

We arrived in KL at about 7.30. Half an hour late. It was quite a trip. My socks were so wet. But I slept through the whole way hehehe.

I should be studying right now.

I finished my accounts paper yesterday. And it was... lksehflshdflkhsdgf

Whatevs. Au revoir everyone.