now only I know; don't say it, write it

It was late evening and we are still in the train (to KL Central). Dad fetched me up by 7.39pm and he said, "dont worry, by 7.59pm we wiil be home"
Flat on my back, my breath catches at the sight of busy road. I started to think on what had happened all day long...

8.15am
Vin helped me with Little Isya thing. I'm ready to go to Mr. Eustace's class, ohh, I have presentation today ! "all the best Ika'', I said to myself as I look at the mirror.

9.40am
Lecturer came in. Shasha's was the 1st group to present. I sat beside kak shida and she kept playing with my hijaab which is not Little Isya..(sorry vin, for the 3rd time)
today's class is quite gloomy as everyone is goin to present on the same topic..
why? why? why? why must evryone get the same topic?

12.30pm
we went to cafe and get some food. having lunch with my babes and keep cursing about today's class..ohh classes (we got 2 classes)

2.30pm
I got class, Sociology in Edu. I slept! but I can smell some humors cracked by the doctor (my lecturer). laughing! then nodd and hold my blue pen, pretending like i'm writing.. crap! I couldnt even read my hand writing. The input is..all of us are the champion, we are a good swimmer!

5.3opm
thank you Jack for giving us a ride to Sg buloh. I could get a cab and it takes 15mins to get home but, I really wanted to feel the same way other's do. waiting for the next train to come with a bunch of people inside and outside..being independent sometimes, feel the anger of being stuck at the crowded place..

8.00pm
i'm home..no more thinking of what i hv been through today..
" dinner is ready ! " mom yelled.
wow ! daging Qurban masak kari..