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I'm at the mosque now, the Aidilfitri prayer had just ended. Now is the Aidilfitri sermon. Can't help feeling melancholic. I used to do the Aidilfitri prayer with a good friend. But now I'm doing it alone. You see, she has gotten herself married. That's why she's with her husband now, not with me.
About three more weeks to go before I can sheath away my mighty and trustworthy red pen. Wait.. then again.. there will still be that rigorous marking of free writing, situational writing, cloze passages, comprehensions and summaries. To choose this path as my career, one has to expect this; endlessness.. infinity.. of markings. But then again, I don't regret all that. Well.. slightly. :) But this career certainly has taught me many things - lessons that I won't get to learn if I were not a Chang Cheng Nihm (is that how you spell it)?