Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Twelve
It's - let's see - 3:10 in the evening.
And I'm having - let's see - cereal.
Koko Crunch.
It really has a wonderful chocolatey taste.
.....
I have never really known whether I am a morning, evening, afternoon, or night person. I go to school in the morning, chill in the afternoon/evening, and do my homework and stuff at night. So which one am I, exactly?
Maybe I'm a morning person. I like early mornings. Very peaceful and quiet. I mean, morning is when you start doing all the important stuff right? (Most of the time) People go to work in the morning. Students go to work in the morning. Birds (most) wake and sing in the morning. And I do some stuff in the morning.
I must be a morning person. I don't know why, but I must be.
I have a ritual every morning, you know. Not those burn-candles-and- dance-in-a-circle kind of ritual. Just something that I regularly do everyday. I do it over and over again, every morning. On weekdays, anyway.
First thing I do is wake up (who would have known!). Then I make myself Milo and two slices of bread. I eat. Sometimes I read while eating, but Mama would stop me. Next thing I do is pack my bag. Now, you have to understand that I pack my bag veeeeery slooooooooooowly. I like to take my own sweet time. There's also the chance that I might not be able to find a book or worksheet that I'm supposed to bring, so I get in a flurry. I have to be quick quick quick! Look on the shelves, under the bed, in the drawers, under that pile of clothes! Carik carik!
When and if I find the missing thing, I finish packing my bag. I check my handphone clock. Usually, I still have plenty of time to do whatever it is left that I need to do, but recently, I get late. So when I check my handphone clock: Alamak!! Dah pukul 6! Hurry!
I iron my clothes, bathe, leave the house. Meet Aba downstairs (he fetches the car), salam, wave byebye! Get in the car with Ma and Loi and drive off. Listen to IKIM.FM all the way to school (always and forever the tafisrul quraan segment). Mama drops us off at Mobile, we wave, then Loi and I walk the short distance to school. Help CikMilah, who is in the school driveway, pick the grocery bags. Then I help ZahZainab (she always comes with Cik Milah) carry her bags up to her office. We have small talk on the way up. When we reach her office, she gives me a biscuit or a chocolate bar as a show of thanks. (Recently she's been giving me Ferrero Roches. Neat)
I go up to class. It's empty, as always. Flick on the two light switches (I know exactly which now) and put down my shows and bag. Switch on the air-con. Erase the whiteboard and write the date. Then I sit down on my seat and either read a book or draw.
Next to come is (for most of the time) Zahira. We salam, sometimes talk a little. Then the rest come in: Fathin, Zakiyyah, Huda, Wahidah. The class wouldn't fill up with anymore people until about 7:15, when the students really start to pour in. And that's when my daily ritual ends.
So, that's about it.
I like the Morning Ritual.
It gives me a sense of purpose.
(I also have a Line-Up Ritual, but it's short. Maybe some other time)
Oh, and one more thing. I read in Seri's blog that she says '
What the heck is going on in this world of hypocrites, by the way? I've been observing several people, be it in class or the cyberworld. Hypocrisy and more hypocrisy. Geez. Why the pretence? Why? If you never really liked the ones you badmouthed about, then act like the real deal and stop faking every single move.'
She doesn't have a tagboard, so I'll say something here instead. You're probably never going to read this, Seri dear, but here's the thing.
Everyone is a hypocrite. But some people are simply more than others, I suppose. It's just that, majority of the people who are hypocrites don't realise that they are hypocrites. But they are. And it's not too bad a thing, so long as there aren't any bad intentions included.
Yes, people sometimes pretend to like someone when in fact, they actually don't. I don't think that's too wrong a thing either. Yes, it's cowardice. But I believe that it is also kindness. Sometimes you don't tell a person that you don't like him or her simply because you don't want to hurt his or her feelings.
Besides, did you tell these fake people that you don't like them being hypocrites? I doubt so.
Oh, I know you'll disagree and argue with me, Seri. That's okay. I'm just trying to be honest here.
Oh, Happy Birthday Kk Han!I gave you the flowers, as promised.And I also got you chocolates.You know, to make up for that one dollar windchime I bought for you during one of your birthdays.I still think the windchime is nice, though.Anyway, please don't say anything about how I arranged the flowers.I've heard it all from Aba and Loi already. So sad right?Ok, enough about me. Happt Birthday, you!.....
3:33 PM
