A day out.

I could still remember the time where my English language teacher in year 6 would say " Ileyas! When would you ever start speaking in proper English? I will not tolerate no more! If you don't work hard enough, leave my class at once.!"

But had he ever thrown me out of his class? -NO.

Just yesterday, I bumped into him at a nearby mall with his son, Edward. Edward is a bright boy.He asked how have I been lately and I quickly replied that I was fine.My teacher I meant. Sir Clement was his name. He had retired and is staying in London with his mistress. He came back to Malaysia for his brother's funeral service. Sir Clement, I should say, is still in a very fit condition. I shall assume he works out often. I couldn't talk any further as my sisters, well both Mysara and Mashyra are leaving to Paris the next day. And they wanted spend some "QUALITY TIME" with me.

We watched movies,went to bowling and criticized on many things.
We got each of ourselves a few photographs. I just don't understand why females craze over taking photographs OF THEMSELVES?

Now, the house is really quiet without them.
Occasionally, Izzat will cry. But just to get attention from mum and not because Kak Shyra and Sara took away his toys.

It feels awfully awkward.
I will join you girls in Paris after taking my SPM.