Tired

I'm so tired..I can't think about anything else but only tired word.. today is the 9th day of ramadhan month. The weather was totally hot and uncomfortable to walk under the sun without sunnies and sunblock.. Well, I dont wear neither both of the item I've mention just now. (SIGH***) I accompany my classmate to go to the Malacca Central to buy two ticket to go back to her hometown (JB) in 27th of September 2008.

There was a lot of thing happen at Malacca Central. It's quite funny when, after I perform my Zuhur at the musolla..there as a 'mak cik' scold somebody directly in front of me. I thought she was scolding at me. I was so embarassed by the incident. Because at that time, I was tied my shoes. Everybody who passing by look at me. I felt very weird. The 'mak cik' was very fierce. I was so scared!

After I turned my back and look at her. I saw her faced was sweating and and shaking. I just dont understand why must she yell to no one..is it me or she was crazy? After she told me that she wasn't yell at me but she yell and at the girl who didn't read the noticification that been attached at the mussola's door. The girl that the 'mak cik' mad at was brought the shoes inside the musolla..

Everything that I've been through for today was like a sketches that sooner or later will fill my art of life..or someday it will fill up some coloutr to cover my fade shade.