It was a sign, wasn't it?
It was Monday. The dreadful Monday. As I opened my eyes and realized that the unpleasant day has come, I closed my eyes again. Refused to be awake. I closed them tight, hoping to be asleep again.
But I lose. My conscience won over me.
Reluctantly I got up. Quickly I fold away my 'bed'. Afraid I would change my mind and went back to sleep, quickly I walked out of the room. Success.
The house was still asleep. No sounds. No life.
"Argh! It's Monday."
Freshened up and went to the kitchen. Heated up the kettle and made a jug of tea for breakfast. Hazreen soon joined me. I switched on my laptop and took out the International Business textbook. It was time to finish up the powerpoint slides for our group presentation....which was of course, just a few hours away..
At around 10.30am, or later... we went out to catch a bus for our morning class. It was already late, but we were still there, waiting for the bus. When we eventually arrived at Kenanga College, we were 20 minutes late for the class. As usual.
It turned out, the classes weren't in good condition, at all. They were all under renovation. One by one, our fellow classmates arrived. One caught my attention. Amir. He was so delighted seeing the 'new' classes. He was widely smiling and his face lit like a little boy in a toy store.
"Wah, pintu baru! Look at the ceiling! The air-conds!", Amir amazed.
We waited, waited and waited. Eventually, Amal told us that our lecturer postponed the morning class. We were glad. Everybody, in a blink disappeared. Some went out for some food, I'm sure. Well, now that I think about it again, ALL of them went out for food. We were the only ones left, me, eha, hazreen and amal. 'Car'-less peeps. huhu.
Our next class should be held at another college, Cempaka. It took us less than a minute there. It was THAT close. After some lunch (I had two Nasi Lemak), Hazreen and me went to the classes again for a committee meeting. Saw other committee members, but some were missing. Seeing the unfavourable condition of the classes, the meeting was postponed as well. :) We were happy.
The evening class was supposed to start at 2.10pm. Remembering that our class was now air-conditioned, we were excited. The room was cold, pleasantly, comfortably cold.
"This is very conducive for sleeping..", hehe.
It was not long, Amal once again announced that the lecturer too, was unavailable. The classes were all postponed and if we knew it earlier, we could have had another day off.
As we were walking to the bus stand, it started to rain. Then in seconds it rained cats and dogs. Thankfully the bus came not long after..
I love rain. Love it. But it's a conditional love relationship. I love rain, only when I'm somewhere safe from drench wet.
Once we arrived at the bus stop, it was still raining. Heavier than before. None of us had umbrella. With our kurungs and sarongs (except for Amal), we were stranded. We had to cross the road. It was not just a normal road. It was A-FOUR-LANE-ROAD-90KM/H-CARS-SPEED-NONSTOP-KINDA-THING. The rain was not being sympathetic to us, so bravely, we crossed the road. Thankfully, the road was being nice to us.. No cars on both sides, but a bus. Though it stopped at its rightful place, the bus was blocking us from smoothly reaching our safe haven (the bus stand, once again).
AND once again, we were stranded. Under the second bus stand. There we were. Standing. Our sarongs were drench. My shoes, my favourite black shoes were soaked. We didn't know what to do. Our 'apartment' was so close... but due to the huge 'longkang' or drain, the-so-near-final-destination became so-FAR. We waited there for a few minutes, which of course felt like an hour or so.. I was praying for the rain to turn into light drizzle.. but it didn't. The sky was darker. The clouds didn't give any sign that it would stop anytime soon.. In the end, we decided to do a stunt. Yup! A stunt!
I've done it before. Not once, not twice. More. But with Kurungs and sarongs, I did it once. Once. And it wasn't hard, except that you kinda go against the nature of a proper-and-polite-girl-in-kurungs. As the rain was not slowing down, we were contemplating. Should we or should we not do it? Should we climb up the waist-high-rail? Or should we just wait for the rain to drizzle? Dilemma. Dilemma. Home or Wait. Home. Home. Or wait.
In the end I decided to just go. Home was my answer. I looked at the distance that I'll have to run and I know i'll make it. I looked at the waist-high-steel-rail, imagined myself getting in between the gap swiftly, and I know I can do it. Kept telling myself, 'You can do it. Just do it. Don't think much about it. Just get over with it.' I counted 1, 2, and 3. Take one deep breath. Then, GO!
It went smoothly. Just as I imagined it would. Seconds later Eha was beside me. We were laughing. Suddenly, we saw Hazreen and Amal were still at the bus stand. We couldn't make out what was happening. A few minutes later, Hazreen was walking towards us. The rain was quite heavy, but she was WALKING. Smiling too. Seconds later, Amal joined us.
That day, we went home drenched with rain. We laughed a lot too. It turns out that it was Hazreen's first time doing the 'stunt'. No wonder she was having some doubts. What a day she 'picked' for her first-time-stunt-ing..
It was an 'adventurous' day. Was it a sign? A sign of the days that we'll be facing afterwards. Days full with hardships and challenges? I'm sure it was. Hopefully they'll be a bright-sunny-with-rainbow-day in the end :)
But I lose. My conscience won over me.
Reluctantly I got up. Quickly I fold away my 'bed'. Afraid I would change my mind and went back to sleep, quickly I walked out of the room. Success.
The house was still asleep. No sounds. No life.
"Argh! It's Monday."
Freshened up and went to the kitchen. Heated up the kettle and made a jug of tea for breakfast. Hazreen soon joined me. I switched on my laptop and took out the International Business textbook. It was time to finish up the powerpoint slides for our group presentation....which was of course, just a few hours away..
At around 10.30am, or later... we went out to catch a bus for our morning class. It was already late, but we were still there, waiting for the bus. When we eventually arrived at Kenanga College, we were 20 minutes late for the class. As usual.
It turned out, the classes weren't in good condition, at all. They were all under renovation. One by one, our fellow classmates arrived. One caught my attention. Amir. He was so delighted seeing the 'new' classes. He was widely smiling and his face lit like a little boy in a toy store.
"Wah, pintu baru! Look at the ceiling! The air-conds!", Amir amazed.
We waited, waited and waited. Eventually, Amal told us that our lecturer postponed the morning class. We were glad. Everybody, in a blink disappeared. Some went out for some food, I'm sure. Well, now that I think about it again, ALL of them went out for food. We were the only ones left, me, eha, hazreen and amal. 'Car'-less peeps. huhu.
Our next class should be held at another college, Cempaka. It took us less than a minute there. It was THAT close. After some lunch (I had two Nasi Lemak), Hazreen and me went to the classes again for a committee meeting. Saw other committee members, but some were missing. Seeing the unfavourable condition of the classes, the meeting was postponed as well. :) We were happy.
The evening class was supposed to start at 2.10pm. Remembering that our class was now air-conditioned, we were excited. The room was cold, pleasantly, comfortably cold.
"This is very conducive for sleeping..", hehe.
It was not long, Amal once again announced that the lecturer too, was unavailable. The classes were all postponed and if we knew it earlier, we could have had another day off.
As we were walking to the bus stand, it started to rain. Then in seconds it rained cats and dogs. Thankfully the bus came not long after..
I love rain. Love it. But it's a conditional love relationship. I love rain, only when I'm somewhere safe from drench wet.
Once we arrived at the bus stop, it was still raining. Heavier than before. None of us had umbrella. With our kurungs and sarongs (except for Amal), we were stranded. We had to cross the road. It was not just a normal road. It was A-FOUR-LANE-ROAD-90KM/H-CARS-SPEED-NONSTOP-KINDA-THING. The rain was not being sympathetic to us, so bravely, we crossed the road. Thankfully, the road was being nice to us.. No cars on both sides, but a bus. Though it stopped at its rightful place, the bus was blocking us from smoothly reaching our safe haven (the bus stand, once again).
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| This, happened. But thankfully not as bad.. huhu |
I've done it before. Not once, not twice. More. But with Kurungs and sarongs, I did it once. Once. And it wasn't hard, except that you kinda go against the nature of a proper-and-polite-girl-in-kurungs. As the rain was not slowing down, we were contemplating. Should we or should we not do it? Should we climb up the waist-high-rail? Or should we just wait for the rain to drizzle? Dilemma. Dilemma. Home or Wait. Home. Home. Or wait.
In the end I decided to just go. Home was my answer. I looked at the distance that I'll have to run and I know i'll make it. I looked at the waist-high-steel-rail, imagined myself getting in between the gap swiftly, and I know I can do it. Kept telling myself, 'You can do it. Just do it. Don't think much about it. Just get over with it.' I counted 1, 2, and 3. Take one deep breath. Then, GO!
It went smoothly. Just as I imagined it would. Seconds later Eha was beside me. We were laughing. Suddenly, we saw Hazreen and Amal were still at the bus stand. We couldn't make out what was happening. A few minutes later, Hazreen was walking towards us. The rain was quite heavy, but she was WALKING. Smiling too. Seconds later, Amal joined us.
That day, we went home drenched with rain. We laughed a lot too. It turns out that it was Hazreen's first time doing the 'stunt'. No wonder she was having some doubts. What a day she 'picked' for her first-time-stunt-ing..
It was an 'adventurous' day. Was it a sign? A sign of the days that we'll be facing afterwards. Days full with hardships and challenges? I'm sure it was. Hopefully they'll be a bright-sunny-with-rainbow-day in the end :)
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