Ustaz Hariff dropped by SMI Aman this morning. Well, he looked like the same old Ustaz Hariff, albeit a bit tanned and maybe a bit chubbier. I didn’t notice the latter fact; Ustaz Rashid was the one pointing it out. To which he simply laugh it off, stating that 8 different mak cik were keeping him well-fed at Pahang.

We think those mak cik wanted Ustaz Hariff as their son-in-law. Let’s just wait for his card to arrive on our doorstep.

Ustaz Hariff reminded us of our responsibility as a student. He advised us to always respect those older or more matured than us [teachers. seniors, Mak Cik Esah the cheery and respected PA, the likes] and listen to their advice although they might do the opposite of what they say.

There’s rationality in what he said. To me, I’ll listen to any advice first, think about it thoroughly, and then decide whether or not I should listen to it. Usually I’ll do, since I know what’s good for me.

"It’s not how others treat you, it’s how you treat others." -Mohd Hariff Hassan-

Hmm… he’s right, again. Respect is earned. Love is gained. If we want those, we should give it out sincerely to those worthy of it accordingly.

I like it when he visits us and give us bits of advices. I hope he’ll drop by again.

Life’s beautiful as it is. >w<

I have a fever yesterday but I still drag myself to school. Well, I’m a naqibah usrah and let me tell you; I really don’t trust anyone to handle my usrah other than Atiqah or Mlmh Dayang.

I nearly slept during Mathematics [Mlmh Masrina was discussing the exam paper], swallowed two Panadol with the same difficulty as swallowing a humongous elephant, stayed out during the first period of Pendidikan Syariah Islamiyyah, and struggled to remain concious during Arabic class.

When I’m sick, it’s a sure sign I’m damn stressed. Just imagine; I finished the three-week long Ujian Penilaian 1 last Tuesday [I can't describe how e I felt after the tedious exam ended]. After that, I was bombarded with four equally massive problems from four different immatured persons!

And on the next day, there was a cat fight at school and as the Vice Head Prefect cum naqibah usrah, I was responsible in handling it.

Huh, who wouldn’t be stressed out?

Heck, I’ll get through this alive, one way or another. I’m tough.

p/s: Head Prefect asked Zainab to pass around information regarding the next week prefect meeting although I was sitting [more like, slouching with my head peacefully resting on the table] behind him in class. Usually he’ll give the task to me. Maybe the whole class noticed I was feeling under the weather. Considerate Head, he is.