Assalamualaikum, hello.
sorry for posting too much .
but, i can't help it. i just want to scream out loud and forget everything. but i can't. so i decide to post it here. well, its MY blog right ?
so, the thing that is on my mind and simply can't get off my innocent mind is "next year". yes, 2012. and how am i gonna face it. HOW ?!
but before facing next year, we have something big to face. yes people. its the PMR RESULT !
OMAIGODDDDD.
urghh, seriously teacher, can you just make everyone get 8A's ? miracle happens right ? please.
you know what, my dad had a dream of me getting only 5A's.
THE HELL ? NO WAY MAN.
he must've mixed up with my upsr results. please dream, be kind. don't be a reality.
move on.
so next year, most of my beloved classmate will be separated. some of them will transfer far far away and some might end up in a boarding school. since i'm a shy and timid girl, it'll be hard to make new friends. yes, that's my biggest flaw. LOL, i just revealed it. but, who cares ? even though some people thought i'm friendly or a chatter-box, but i'm awkward. so, its hard to make friend with me. but if i'm already comfortable with someone, brace yourself.
next. the same problem.
what if all my besties left me and go to boarding school ? omaigooddd, life must've been hard. yes, i applied for boarding school. but maybe my dad won't let me go if the school is too far away. so, i'll end up at SMKS1BK. ALONE. just like my sister. but she's lucky, her friends are all with her. well, maybe some did transfer.
next.
can i adapt with new syllabus ?
it seems pretty tough to be an upper form student. and of course, people will be scaring us, saying that everything's hard and too much pressure and stuff.
aigoo.
the conclusion is, i'm very afraid in facing next year. insyaAllah, if i'm still alive next year, i'll have to face it. LIKE A BOSS.
wish me luck people. please give me strength to bear with it. i'll pray hard and strive hard for a better future (it sounds weird huh)
lastly, 2012, PLEASE BE KIND :)
i apologize for all those nonsense
sorry for posting too much .
but, i can't help it. i just want to scream out loud and forget everything. but i can't. so i decide to post it here. well, its MY blog right ?
so, the thing that is on my mind and simply can't get off my innocent mind is "next year". yes, 2012. and how am i gonna face it. HOW ?!
but before facing next year, we have something big to face. yes people. its the PMR RESULT !
OMAIGODDDDD.
urghh, seriously teacher, can you just make everyone get 8A's ? miracle happens right ? please.
you know what, my dad had a dream of me getting only 5A's.
THE HELL ? NO WAY MAN.
he must've mixed up with my upsr results. please dream, be kind. don't be a reality.
move on.
so next year, most of my beloved classmate will be separated. some of them will transfer far far away and some might end up in a boarding school. since i'm a shy and timid girl, it'll be hard to make new friends. yes, that's my biggest flaw. LOL, i just revealed it. but, who cares ? even though some people thought i'm friendly or a chatter-box, but i'm awkward. so, its hard to make friend with me. but if i'm already comfortable with someone, brace yourself.
next. the same problem.
what if all my besties left me and go to boarding school ? omaigooddd, life must've been hard. yes, i applied for boarding school. but maybe my dad won't let me go if the school is too far away. so, i'll end up at SMKS1BK. ALONE. just like my sister. but she's lucky, her friends are all with her. well, maybe some did transfer.
next.
can i adapt with new syllabus ?
it seems pretty tough to be an upper form student. and of course, people will be scaring us, saying that everything's hard and too much pressure and stuff.
aigoo.
the conclusion is, i'm very afraid in facing next year. insyaAllah, if i'm still alive next year, i'll have to face it. LIKE A BOSS.
wish me luck people. please give me strength to bear with it. i'll pray hard and strive hard for a better future (it sounds weird huh)
lastly, 2012, PLEASE BE KIND :)
i apologize for all those nonsense
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