Tidying up the mess, i found these...

A photo album.

A novel given by my friends and yet I haven't got time to read it.

An invitation to MNG preview party.

Miss the old days... (Journey to adulthood).

I pity the parents

Copy the notes on the blackboard.
Cikgu, saya tak bawak buku.
It's okay, salin dalam kertas, nanti tampal.
Saya tak ada kertas.
Fine, pinjam dengan kawan.
(A piece of a ticket-sized paper was pulled out)
Cikgu, saya salin atas ni saja lah.
Mana boleh muat, kertas tu kan kecil.
Alah, cikgu ni, saya malas lah nak salin. Buang masa saya je.
Excuse me?
Nota cikgu bagi tak berguna pun.
What?
Gaji cikgu berapa? Kalau setakat dua tiga ribu tu tak payah berlagak la.
(I was stunned, but still in my patience sky)
Apa kaitan gaji saya dengan kamu?
Mak bapak saya pun tak paksa-paksa macam cikgu la.
La, I just want you to copy the notes. Nak ke tak nak ke, punya pasal kamu la. Bukan masalah saya.
Tau pun. Yang cikgu nak menyibuk hal saya kenapa? Mak bapak saya pun tak busy body mcm cikgu.
Aha.. siapa nama mak ayah kamu?
(Silence)
(The kid went out from the class)
(Back home, I noticed a long obvious scratch on the right butt of my car)

In Between

This Tuesday I will be shifting out from the house shared with a friend. At first, I thought it is okay to stay with someone not in the same religion, but somehow its getting harder. My parents wanted me not to stay here. They wanted me to find another house with a Muslim housemate. But I've promised my friend long before this to stay with her, and I had to break the promise. My housemate's parents were of course, got angry with me and I could do nothing about that. I am stuck in the middle of my family, her family and of course her kindness because I can't deny the fact that she truly helped me a lot. My other friends accused me for being irresponsible, bring shame to my religion and race, but I am sure if they are in my shoes, they would know how I feel. When her mother showed me the "receipts", the "tenancy agreement letters" and stuff to me to show how much they had spent just to help me, I really could not do anything because my parents' orders were to move out from this house as soon as possible. I know my parents were worrying about me since I got here and I just don't have the heart to make them feel this way anymore. I chose the one that I have to obey, that I love the most with all my heart, and I fought all the guiltiness I felt just to tell my friend that I have to move out. I know deep inside her heart she feels betrayed and hopeless, and I am sure she won't trust me anymore, but I need her to understand why I have to choose to be in this way. To her, thank you for everything you did to me, and I am sorry that I have to put you in this situation. To Auntie and Uncle, thank you so much too for taking care for me these whole four weeks, and I am sorry I had to hurt both of you.