finally.

Home at last. The last three weeks were the most tiresome weeks ever. Face burnt, brain freeze and a body that was so sore, I don't feel anything at all for the last couple of days. But thank god from all the busy schedule, time flew... I'M HOME.

Okay, this sucks in so many levels now. I have things to show and tell, but the only part that I get to do is the telling. I know, I know. You folks must be like " Oh man, here goes the thrill ride," :) I understand how that feels. Truly sorry I am. What can I do? I ain't the boss of my own bank account ;D

I do not own these :P

Face burnt. Typical. This natural phenomenon always occurs at this time of the year. Sports day time. I would like to say I dreaded sports day, but then sports day is when you get to see the true meaning to sportsmanship, house spirits and etc. And I like that. Even though Sapphire wasn't and isn't the creme of the cream (Did I say it right? ;p), I think sports day is the day worth to be cherish. But it would be nice for once to see some justice in SSP's culture. At least once, I would seriously like to see we get what we want as well and the others deserving also what they got. Sometime I feel sorry for us and our swollen pink eyes. I might be a bit heartless in this area and not feel the feel like a true SSPian, but have some mercy on they who do. Our marching outfit was SCORCHING hott. I love the mini-skirt the most. It's not everyday we get to do that do we? :D Feel the wind on you butts girlies. Our CHEERLEADERS weren't that bad as well. The ten foot pyramid was impressive. I can't believe Dila Romainoor can ever be that tall ;D

cut it out, I look dreadful :\

Oh right, Homestay down in Bangi. Rockin'. Who knew squeezing into a house with 20 loco girls can be this COOL? OWWWTrageous :) Well, that was actually our second fortunate choice. In the first place, we were suppose to share a house with 40 people-- talk about ssp's very own sardine brand :) That was crazily unbelievable. But thank god, Allah had love us all, he sent us Aunty Mariatul. We moved in to her house not far from the first. And boy, it was a bigger house. Alhamdulillah ;) We had a fun time. The kenduri was so not what we expected and I get to feel how it feels to live in a kampung-- sort of :D Seriously, for all my life living in a community with close housing areas, only this once I feel the neighbourly spirit among the folks. They were sooo nice. I wish it'll be the same here :) Uncle Rosli and Aunty Maria are the best foster parents you can ever have. Ohhh, how I wish to be there again. I miss the simple home we lived in, the adorable surau we've been in and the folks we met that day. Bangi RULES.

EXAMS. I think I did... %^*%!#^*%#! haha :D Though I've already got the results for Physics, Chemistry and Maths. And looking at the statistics, I did pretty darn goood. Alhamdulillah :) Now I just hope my other electives and TERAS would be the same. ^*%&$%^! I'm sweating like a pig for god sake waiting for my results.

Oh, don't be disappointed. This area will be filled with photos soon too. We'll just have to wait for Ftn Frh to upload them aite :)








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sixteen is a big number. Would it feel that big too?