yesterday it was Eid al adha!! an Islamic celebration! in the morning we have to go to the mosque to pray together. but I'm still on my period, so I stay at home and watch my brother. of course I could have gone to school, but I'm not that desperate, I would rather watch my brother. after my family comes home, my mother ask if I would like to join her, she's going to a gathering in a friends house, you know, to celebrate Eid. my sister, of course, would rather stay in her cave. I don't really enjoy socializing, but I figure I absolutely NEED to get out of the house and take a break from my revisions. beside I could always volunteer to babysit the kids, that would be fun! and FYI I'm not being sarcastic.
the gathering started out okay. I met my cousins. than my mother started to introduce me to her friends which I don't really bothered to remember their name, my memory is not that good with names, than I started to play with the kids. we were playing in the backyard. I had fun. that is until I notice there is a this huge stain on my behind as a result of rolling in the wet grass. that was embarrassing. thankfully, my brother was tired, so we went home early.
the next day... that's today, is exam day YAY!!! (okay, NOW I'm being sarcastic) I was nervous. so nervous that I forgot to bring a pen and I used a PENCIL ON BOTH THE EXAMS. I FORGOT TO READ THE INSTRUCTION!!! I feel so careless. I just hope they wont cut off my marks because of it. because I think I've done pretty well.
After school I helped my mother deliver junk mail and local newspaper. I'ts hard work. but it's good practice until I could get a real job. It's also an excuse to use my roller blades. for some reason I'v grown fond of roller blading. maybe it's because it's unusual and it makes me look taller. and maybe because I'm good at it.
I'v been busy doing revisions these days that it piles up into a huge mountain. actually three mountains. so yeah, I wanted to start blogging then, but I have to finish the laundry first.
anyway I was talking to my mother, I was complaining about how I hate flies. they comes into the house uninvited then they start to smash themselves to the glass window thinking it's an exit. but they no matter how much they tried they could not go through the glass window. so they buzz annoyingly, they make sounds like they're complaining, whining, like it's our fault that they're trapped inside the house. and when we try to help them go outside, they stay away from us because they don't trust us and they just stubbornly continuing smashing to the window. then my mother said, maybe they're not whining, maybe they're trying to teach me a lesson. then I realize all the time I was describing the flies, I was actually describing myself. how ironic...
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