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Tuesday, January 19, 2010 @ Jumping, flying, then dropping back down to reality ;
I woke up at 0400hrs, as usual. Showered, ate, checked my bag for all my books and my lucky wristband on my bag strap, wore my sneakers and headed for the MRT station. With my iPod's music banging into my ears, I put my hands in my pockets. I could feel my iPod, handphone and class key in there as well, but there seemed to be something missing. I stopped in my tracks, thought hard about what I should have had with me in my pocket. iPod, check. Handphone, check. Hankerchief, check. EZ-Link card, ... Oh no! I practically ran back home, after walking for about five hundred metres to grab my EZ-Link card. After claiming what I should have had, I brisk walked my way to the station. I might have been kissed by an angel on the way; the train's arrival was simultenous to mine on the platform. I even got a seat! Well, it is a normality to get a seat in the MRT that early in the morning, but still I was rejoicing to that fact as my feet were starting to get sore from all the pacy walking.

The rest of the day went better than expected after the chaotic start I had. Played Boggle in Malay during Mother Tongue lesson. My team won four of the six rounds that we played. I was elated to know that I helped my team a lot and that my Malay vocabulary actually isn't that bad. Haha.

Physical Education, English, Math and OPW went on pretty normally, like how they would go on other days. It was smooth though, so I was happy. When the bell for dismissal rang, I immediately headed for the bus stop. Along the way, I passed the soccer team, who were getting ready to board a chartered bus. That made the sad truth that I wasn't on the list for the East Zone team resurface again. It made my heart sore of jealousy, and pound of angst, but I walked on, head held high.

I'm finally home, now trying to think of which set of homework I should complete first, and also thinking about how to prioritize my time in life. I live in Woodlands, and schooling in the East doesn't really help. Every bit of time matters so much to me. It could mean completing my homework on time and be able to recuperate for the day to come, or stepping inside the house to realise that all the lights have been switched off. Sighs. I think I'll just ponder more now. Till next time.





Mohamed Faris
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January 2010