Tradition has it, dictates it-
That coming back from every week-long holiday would find another looming test ahead, to close to comfort. Back to the books, back to the library, back to nerdy-land...

Will studying ever be history? =(
The days scramble by in a daze of classes, mamak in the evenings and CF every Wednesday night. Occasionally we have guest speakers like Dr Ken Wu of UK to speak in CF, stimulate our thinking about the medical profession; other times like the first batch of KTT JPA scholars to India, bringing us the harsh and humble reality of that so very exotic land we are destined to.
Saturdays and Sundays are occcasionally spent at home, but sometimes in KTT. At least I broke the monotonous routine last Saturday where I promptly fell sick with fever, cough and flu and never had I been so glad for my parents to visit to bring me for a much-longed for Chinese meal and to visit a random clinic. Lol. =)
Then would come the exams. CF goes on , exam or not-traditional prayer meeting just before Chem the next day. Haha. And then the post-exam tradition, as usual!
We would go out after the exam, (nevermind that our exams finished at 4 on Thursday), this time to Sunway Pyramid.


Oh yeah, and Haziqah and I would take our traditional picture with hats. Again. =)
And we would come back, watch a late-night movie, sleep in the hall, and go back the next day.
Going home, there would be captainball waiting in dear ol' Melawati with my old friends.

And after the game, I would embarass myself in front of the whole Taman Melawati by forgetting that the car remote control is spoiled, and by pressing it, the wail of the alarm screams out, loud enough to send chills down every spine. And Chun Soon The Mechanic solved it, thankfully. Lol.
' Station berikutnya, Wangsa Maju, next station, Wangsa Maju." I shake myself up, pull out the LRT card, look out at the familiar landscape of home- and when the doors open, ( after 23 stations!!!) step out grasping my red CIMB luggage bag, walk walk walk, and down the stairs to where my mum waits in the Kancil.
And the cycle continues.