At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Tuesday, September 1
Last blogged @ 1:23 PM

I should admit that yesterday was the
most boring Teachers' Day Celebration EVER.
Seriously. Maybe, its because of the sudden
fire drill which delays the celebration and make
the teachers dismissed at 1hour later,
which is at 2pm.

By the time we need to get back to the hall
after the fire drill, I am very lethargic.
Eyes began being bitchy to me.

The most exciting part is when Hazrul and
the gang performed. Thats it.
Thats the only performance which really
caught my attention.

& if you readers wants to know,
there's only TWO performance and the rest were
prize presentations for the poems and
Teachers Caring Award. wth. Super boring kaan?
=_______________="

I shouldn't have attend school yesterday.
Serious shit. If its not because of my malay hw
which need to be handed in by Friday and I
was absent, I wouldn't have come.

Okay, whaaaaaaatever.
It has over anyway.

So, next week will be my first N level paper
which is Malay on 7th Sept.
& I'm not sure what I'm feeling now.
Scared? Nervous? Confident?

& tomorrow will be the first day of our Night Study.
Macam gerek gitu kaaaan? HAHAHA.
7pm - 9pm.

Can't waaaaaait.
;)




This Saturday will be meeting cousins too.
Since there's kenduri for my late uncle.
So... yeah. One of my cousin will be helping
me in my Malay for N level which will be in
two days time(by Saturday) since I'll be bringing
some notes to keep memorising till Monday
morning.
Frasa berbunga, Peribahasa, and stuff like that.
I don't know.


& at last, I'm meeting my grandparents at
Redhill together with Aunt and her kids which
I have not been meeting for a loooong time.

I miss them, very much.



weird but true.