At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Saturday, November 7
Last blogged @ 12:14 PM

Yesterday's training was a little bit boring.
Like seriously lar, the nearer to the tournament
day, the more boring the training is.

& tomorrow, will be our tournament.
*pissed*
Meeting them at 6.45 in the morn at
Lakeside.

fuck.

& I dreamt of my N level result.
AGAIN. For the THIRD time!

(!!!)


it was my results day, and I came to school late.
I saw the parents outside, sitting, waiting for their
child to get good results home. I saw some blond hair guys/girls
right at the back of the hall.

They'll get their result after everybody got it.
When I got in, all my classmates got it.
So, its my turn to get my results.

& I fail. Ain was there, she failed too.

I walked out of school crying.
I don't want to experience that.
Please laaaar.

HAHAHAHA.