Exam Journal: Week 2 - Hours are as subtle as shards of glass to the skin.

I am wrting this entry from a comfort of knowing that I can rest for a while without really thinking much about anything. It is late afternoon, and the shadows are about to lengthen but the warmth of the sand still lingers. I have a deep conviction that this is the last journal entry I shall make, but even if I nor these words survived, I still need to record the week.

For the first time since the journey began, there rose in us a spring of hope.

Day 5
We reached the first checkpoint behind the enemy line. It's like a rubicon. We've crossed it. There's no turning back. We packed, and licked our wounds.

Day 6
The radio seemed to be off for quite a while. No respond. We don't know what to do. All we could do was wait for what's coming.

Day 7: Teacher's Day
Amidst the silent and the tension of the battle, we found the time to celebrate those who had prepared us for the world, and beyond. For some, it wasn't important. But for most, it was a necessity

Day 8: Sejarah 1
The plan was simple. The reasoning part was not. Get in. Get out. Easy as that. But the problems we faced in between those two was the real question. But I believe, so deeply in my heart, that all we needed to do was learn from the mistakes that our fathers made.

Day 9: Sejarah 2 & Fizik 2
Now the real test begin. We must really learn from who has come before us. It's like we're crawling in a tunnel. So dark, and our bodies are wet and the equipment we brought with us are so heavy. Not seeing where we're going. The only hope is knowing that at the end of this path is a light. A light not yet found.

Day 10: Fizik 3 & Fizik 1
As we reached the end of that tunnel, we don't need to count, we don't even really need to think. We just ran! For some it was easy, the rest just falling behind.

Day 11: P. Islam 1 & 2 // P. Moral
We stopped. In front of us is a vast desert. Far as the eyes could see with the sunlight searing our skin. There are always deserts in most religious stories. I always wonder why. Maybe because the desert gives the image of wondering, or being lost trying to find our way, of searching for something; the truth perhaps, the answers maybe. Revelation. It is then I realized that this is not just a battle; it's a crusade. So, without knowing the outcome or what's at the end, we crossed the sea of sand one by one...

But eveything is just too much. The heat. They ought to slow it down if not stop it. Either that or our heads are going to 'pop'...

The sun is failing and I can bearely see the pages. But one thing's for sure: We needed this week.