Aiyak, so sewey lah!

Had an arabic test last night. I hate having exams or extra classes at night. All I wanted to do was to finish the exam quickly and drive home safely. The questions were quite tough - because we haven't learned that particular topic yet, so we had to apply the hentam sajalah method (I was quite lucky because I learned arabic in school). Upon completing the test, I put my paper on the table, stood up and walked towards the exit. Then, there's this egyptian ustaz calling me to come back, collect my paper and put it inside the envelope at the invigilator's desk. So, I walked back to my seat, and while I was trying to get hold of my paper (was blown away by the fan), I hit the table so hard that everybody looked up and stared at me for few seconds. I smiled, and pretended as if nothing had happened. When I tried to walked towards the invigilator's desk, my baju sangkut at the edge of the table and this time I could feel the burning sensation on my face. The table moved to the left and it hit my friend's chair, and he was pretty annoyed. I guess he was concentrating really hard on the paper. Imagine having to walk from the most front row towards the exit and everybody was looking at you with irritated faces. @#$%^!!


-will tell you about Raf's The Order of the Left Hand Path later.