October 28th, 2015 was probably the most tiring day of my life.
It all started when I woke up later than intended at 4 A.M. And we were supposed to go at 5.
I hurried to get myself ready, and set off for the airport with my aunt at around 5:20. While we were trying to exit Subang Jaya and enter the highway, we accidentally entered the wrong lane and almost ended up at Kajang instead of KLIA.Thankfully, we went back into SJ shortly thereafter and went back into the right lane.
We arrived at KLIA2 at around 5:50, I believe. (I didn't record the time before going on the flight)
My aunt went to pray, but since I couldn't, I decided to go buy some breakfast at KFC while waiting.
The time passed by.
6:00.
6:10.
By the time it was 6:15, I started to panic - the boarding gates have opened...!
At around 6:25 my aunt came and we started to head towards the departure area.
But before we went in, my aunt decided to buy a bottle of water before going on the flight, and she went to a nearby convenience store.
And so I waited.
6:30
6:40
What the heck is taking her so long? It's just a bottle of water...!
6:45
Ten minutes before the gate closes...!
6:50
I said "Screw her, I have my essentials anyways...!" and went into the departure area.After clearing immigration, my pant hook came loose while lining up for customs checks.I let everyone bypass me while trying to fix everything as quickly and discreetly as possible. Bloody hell...Thankfully everything was fixed in a jiffy, and off I ran to the plane once again...
...before it came loose again halfway to the boarding gate. Thankfully, there's a private place in the hall in which I could fix it, and I did. I scurried to the gate just as it was closing ( AND IT'S ALL THE WAY AT THE END AS WEL KXBJDFSKDABN)
I stepped into the plane to see my aunt standing in the aisle.
I sighed and sat at my seat, during which I got an earful from my aunt. (Really, how could she NOT see my standing like an idiot in front of the departure area???)
The plane started moving off towards the runway. When the plane started to speed up during take off, I didn't experience a massive headache like I did during my first flight (to Langkawi) last year.
The plane started flying towards Singapore at around 7:20. I got bored during the flight, so I decided to alleviate my boredom by doing a 5 over 4 polyrhythm exercise (shoutout to Matt Gartska for this...!).
When the plane started approaching the southern Johor area, it started to rain. Thank God, because that means that there's no haze, and no flights will be delayed. We landed safely and started making our way out of the airport. We made our way to Terminal 2 via the airport's skytrain in order to get to the MRT station (I thought the MRT station was accessible from there...!) .
But when we got there to clear the immigration counters, the officer told us to clear it from Terminal 1 instead. We reluctantly turned back to Terminal 1. After we cleared immigration, we stepped out only to find out the MRT station is at Terminal 3 instead.
HAR HAR. Stupid me.
We took the Skytrain to Terminal 3 and boarded the MRT to the city there.
I looked out to see Eastern Singapore being drizzled with rain.
We exited at Bugis MRT and my aunt decided to eat before we set off for Madrasah Aljunied. I decided to have breakfast at Burger King, because... I have no idea.
I ate the Ham and Cheese Omelette Platter. It was very underwhelming. I finished the omelette after the croissant so that I didn't have to leave the restaurant with a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe it's because I don't like nearly liquified eggs. The sausage and the hashbrowns were awesome,though...!
We packed the one drink that we didn't finish and started making our way to Victoria Lane. The guy at the Burger King counter told us it's going to take us 15 minutes to go from there, so he recommended us to take the bus.
We took bus number 12 there and disembarked at the Stamford Primary bus stop.
I walked down Victoria Lane and saw that the students were having their recess.
I went in and walked up to the receptionist's office.
I asked for the enlistment forms and told them I wanted to go into their pre-university program.
"Umur berapa? (How old are you?)"
"18... Ada had umur ke nak masuk pre-u??? ( Is there an age limit for enlistment for the pre-university level???)" She gave me the forms.
"Ada... (Got/Yes...)" My skin prickled and all of my hairs stood up. My heart started beating 16ths at 250 bpm. I'm surprised I didn't get a heart attack right there and then.
"Untuk pre-university... had umurnya... 21..." I calmed down. That scared me...! I thought I'm not going to ever enlist until the end of time...! (Although I'm not sure whether that meant that 21 is the age during enlistment or age during the first year of the program)
I told them I will possibly enlist next year if I had to repeat the year at my school. (Actually there are no repeats- I just asked to see what they're going to say) They asked which school am I from, and I told them I'm currently studying at Shah Alam.
I stayed around the front area and looked around. A lot of the students were sitting on the floor near the mess hall, studying. I started to ask them whether the Secondary Five students are at school or not (One of the people that I'm most close to at Madrasah Aljunied is a Sec. 5 student).
Most of them said no or either "don't know". But there is one slightly interesting incident.
I asked a couple of female students who were sitting at the front area like we were.
"Menengah Lima sekolah tak?" (Are the Sec 5s in school right now?)
"I'm not sure... Kenapa?" (Why?)
"I... nak jumpa... seseorang." (I... want to see... someone)"
"Siapa?" (Who?)
I mentioned her name.
I saw their facial expressions change, but I couldn't read it- did they knew her?
I found out that they were her brother's classmates.
"Oh, I see."
I excused myself and started to exit the school. (I've been there 3 times. I've never went past the receptionist's office on all three. Hahahahah.)
We both started making our to Mustafa Centre when I realized I forgot to ask them another question.
I ran back and asked them :
"My school's final exam doesn't have marks, just grades, so...........what is the minimum grade for enlistment??"
The receptionist and one of the teachers (whom I suspect is a very high ranking one) looked at each other. I asked, "Jayyid (Good) ke... atau... Jayyid Jiddan (Very Good). They looked at each other for another moment before the teacher said "Jayyid". I audibly sighed in relief.
"Thank you."
I went off on my way once again.
I walked near the school fence; I saw some two groups of students playing at the back area : male and female ( they're not playing together, though). I was slightly shocked when I saw the girls being all hyperactive in the presence of boys; such behaviour was basically non-existent in my school - I couldn't even run without my classmates telling me off.
And once I caught up to my aunt, we headed off for Syed Alwi Rd.
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