d last week

It was the last week of school. In a way, I was looking forward to this day. It meant that the following weeks, which totaled 7 weeks, would be a long deserving holiday. For me, at least.

Monday the 5^th, the spm candidates started off with BM. That evening, was at school again, for the Eleventh Hour Session with the form fives. Maghrib together, and had discussion, if you wanna call it that, for almost 2 hours. I was quite animated in my presentation, cracking jokes as usual, and everyone enjoyed the session very much. After isya’, had supper, consisting of canai n teh tarik je, with 21 students at Pernama. Meriah tu.. only at quarter past eleven I reached home.

The next morning, for English 1119, not much of what we discussed came out. Sabo je la.. but hopefully the enthusiasm shown the previous night would be enough to push the students through, especially 5 kenanga, who had been maintaining 1 student passing in English since form four.

Thursday morning, played the final game of the 2012 school session with the form fours. My team was down 0-3, though we didn’t play badly. We were not making good of the chances that came our way. But yours truly, ehem, ehem, manned the midfield, played one the most brilliant games of the season, opened the scoring with a placing to inject hope,  had a hand in the next two goals, and during injury time, izzul @ iju, headed an own goal, to give us the greatest comeback for this season. A state of euphoria, I tell ya..

On Friday, cleared off every outstanding work at school. By 9steng, made a disappearing act, heading to bagan dato to fetch kak long.. well, honestly speaking, i wasn’t good with goodbyes, coz I dreaded it, thus the other reason for me leaving school early.

Saturday afternoon, took the missus and kids to mandah to see the progress of my projek ikan sangkar. It was raining cats and dogs. Being in the kampong area, full of gigantic trees, by the river, was quite a sight. Scary to an extent, if I might say. We took shelter in the musalla during asar. After the rainfall subsided, we went to see what we wanted to see. The equipment had arrived, except for the planks of wood. Only a sangkar was ready. Another nine to go. Hopefully by end of this month, it would be a reality.

After dawn, the next morning, was ready to go to kebun kg gajah. Nak nyulam anak sawit sikit dan repair pagar. Met Jahangir and bilal at Ghulam Rasul’s. they parked their bike there and we headed to kg gajah in my land rover @ cdl. The kebun was flooded. Partly. I went around the kebun and cut the long grass and wild trees, while the two banglas repaired the fence and planted the seedlings. It took us 5 hours. Luckily, the sky was cloudy, so we were shielded from the sun’s ray. Still my skin was getting darker by the minute. Layan je la.. on the way home at about two, the clouds burst and rain fell from heaven, pouring and pouring. Reached Ghulam Rasul at half past two and had beriani with the banglas @ bangles. Sedap giler, gua cakap lu! The rice, the mutton curry, even the chili cut into tiny bits, felt delicious. Or was it because of the hunger and tiredness? Iyekan je.. but one thing for sure, all my joints and bones were in pain later that night..

as for now, happy holidays to all students and teachers!