My mum is hooked up on the PSP. So cute.

My appetite's at its bottom lately. I might have a reason for that but at the same time, I might not. Ya, this is so going somewhere.

I've got the night left for finishing up the Math Prelim paper and GP comprehension before I enjoy myself this weekend with the TEMASEK SJ AMAZING RACE and NCOC BBQ. Such a good way to let off steam and let down my hair before the crazy term comes.

I only have one goal and the goal is to enjoy the 9 months break after A Levels. To be able to do that, I must first do well for the A's so I won't have to retake or whatever other nonsense.

Gosh, I hate backaches.

Somehow I felt my day was well-spent.

I feel like hugging Taufik Batisah.
Weird.
And I feel like seeing Khairul Amri. Ah, such love <3

I saw this small kid wailing and wailing even after her dad's carried her but she stopped when her mum took her and my mum started telling me a story about me. She said I was exactly like that when I was an infant. I will refuse the world except my mum and she was still teaching then and one day, she brought me to school. She left me under the care of her fellow colleagues and went for lesson. (I think I was asleep or something. Or it doesn't make sense at all.) And then somehow I started crying and all (maybe upon waking up or something) and then I was wailing like as though I was tortured brutally or something and when I heard my mum's footsteps, I immediately shut up. My goodness, if my child turns out like me in the future, at least I'm mentally prepared for it. But I was so irritating, gosh.

Labels: ALevels, JC, khairulamri, SJAB, TAUFIKBATISAH

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