+ PERIOD 4: Nur@zri's 3rd Year! ♥ 4: Edusave Merit Bursary($300)! 12: School Re-Opens!

+ MELODY

our state of enmity makes me want to kill myself. :'[

its like when i'm right, i know i'm right. when i'm wrong, i could've been right. so, i'm still right but, i could've been wrong, you know. to you, i'm sorry 'cause i could be wrong yesterday. nah, wait a minute; i could be wrong but, what if i'm right? see what i mean... -.-" i know it doesn't make any sense. this is the reason why i hate(may i emphasise on this strong word, thank you) to argue, especially not with Azri 'cause it makes me feel like an egoistic bitch right at the end of it; that is when i chose to hang up the phone hastily. no doubt, i'll feel guilty conscience all over but still, i didn't do anything wrong! but, why these feelings? it's irritating.

you know what, let's just forget about it.
'cause despite everything...

you know better, that these feelings'll never fade. ♥

now, about my last mid-year paper the day before; H2 Kesusasteraan... alhamdulillah, it was satisfying indeed. though nervous, i tried my very best to remain calm. i read the questions and instructions(very important!) carefully thus, poured everything that i've learnt on the writing papers; as if squeezing the juice all out of my brain, impromptu. i'd never thought that 90 minutes would be sufficient to complete the paper but, i was wrong. i learnt that if you're sitting for an exam with adequate knowledge in hand, time does not matter but, at all. tricky business, aye? to think that i'd always try to catch up with the time even if i have all of the necessary tips right at the back of my hands, end up making myself feel way more nervous to write than before resulting in the paper being handed up, incomplete. how the bloody hell could i be that stupid? one very good example would be; MOB. urgh! i knew i could've done better for that particular piece of crap, like seriously. :/

anyway, i had just beat my nephew(Akmal) up real hard for driving me nuts, literally.
there's like a huge 5-fingers red mark on his right hand triceps.

i am not proud of this.
in fact, i think my action's going to haunt me, for forever. :'[

//editted at 1858hr.

issues gives you tissues.

i can't wait for Azri's return this weekend. i need him very badly which, i don't even know why. he's my only medicine, the only one who could make me smile which i've yet to for the past two days. my mind's everywhere, my heart's jigsaw-puzzled and, i am not happy for some reason or another. i think $$$$$/account book or, both's the issue here. no wait, i think it's my-umi's-batiks-that-have-yet-to-be-retrieved-since-months-ago issue. but, then again, corset's $$$$$ issue? mid-year examination result's issue? i don't know! there's just too many issues stuck here in my head. a therapy/spa treatment would be excellent, pleaseeeee. -.-"

mood-swinging. ~!@#$%^&*()

Labels: 30th, akmal, azri, feud, kesusasteraan