I. Am. So. SLEEPY. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton, and I’m using every last ounce of my energy to type this out…just for the sake of recording my day, which has yet to come to an end.
I had to skip Torts tutorial, Halaqah and Islamic Worldview class today for rehearsals or training or whatever its called…only to find that not that many people made it anyway, and so what I’m left with is a whole day wasted. Ok, I’m being harsh, it wasn’t really ‘wasted’ since I got to have little talks with Kak Huda, Zuhairy and Hairi (had singing sessions with him) but I don’t think it was worth losing class over. For the record, the only class I’ve skipped this semester was Tilawah, but that was only because I had the biggest headache. Other times, tired or not, I’d be present. I hope this doesn’t completely marr my attendance record. Call me fussy, call me prissy, call me Hermione, I don’t care. Attendance is no joke.
I have a major problem. This weekend undoubtedly is going to be hectic, what with Sunday being D-Day, and a Mid-Term test on Monday, another on Wednesday, the due date for an assignment on Friday, along with a presentation on the same day. I can’t screw up again. Damn it, I can’t screw this one up this time around. Not for Dad, not for Mum, not for me. How the heck am I going to pull this off?
Won’t say anymore here, my head’s virtually on the keyboard right now, but I’d like to share a poem one of my best friends wrote on my birthday. She says its one of the best she’s written in her career, but I disagree. As beautiful as the poem goes, I don’t doubt that she will reach higher heights in the art of word play in the very near future. But I won’t deny that I love the poem. Muchos gracias, mi amiga la chica bonita, Aisya. =)
Autumn
The afternoon is hazy
Like memories long and lost
The sun drifts by, it’s lazy
And it melts down my cold frost.
What happened to those other days
When everything was warm
When everything was touched by rays
Of light at summer’s dawn?
What happened to those other days
When everything was right?
Now everything’s lost in a maze
It’s dark, there is no light.
Now evening has just arrived
It settles in my head
This heavy heart of mine’s deprived
It’s hanging by a thread.
My midnight fades into my sky
What will happen in the day?
Promise that you’ll come back and try
And never go away.
Promise that you’ll come back and try
And say you’ll always stay.
Promise that you’ll come back and try
And I will be okay.
11/8/05
By Aisya Shurfa
The Fourth Rojak Sister aka Harmony
Enough said here.
