guess how i spent yesterday morning while waiting for my econs teacher??
i was out with nimitra at the corridor watching kids from sri KL.
no,we're not paedophiles okay..we were just very stressed up people waiting for D-day to arrive. Those lucky kids were playing and playing around with nothing to worry abt.Except for " who's gonna get to that swing first"
n we started talking abt old friends and singing n yeah, i did feel better tho i gt some concerned glances from ppl passing by =D
i can't see beyond the date 16th of March. My law lecturer gave an assignment due on the 23rd of March..N frankly at this point of time, i feel as if that date would never be given a chance to mark itself in world history. Or in the history of my life rather.
My mum couldn't sleep because she is also stressed- abt my results.
The person whom always tells me not to worry is also worried.
Now i'm double triple worried n stressed, but its not her fault.
The mechanism of my body handling this is kinda exhausting and unhealthy - too much food and too much sleep.
haih..i just don't wanna disappoint my parents that's all.
They are the most awesome people i've ever met.
Yes, ive done my best but will the outcome be the best too??
Some really smart people i know, and very hardworking also flunked their SPM without any apparent reason. I don't want that to happen really.
tommorow is friday thank g0d, i have dancing class.
when Jay Sen confirmed there would be class tomorrow i exhaled a breath of relief.
At least for that one hour,i'd be free from fear.
At least my pulse would be at a normal rate and i can breathe easily.
At least i'll be able to give myself a break tommorow, for that one hour.
At least for one hour i can be selfish and keep myself happy.
After that one hour, i'll face reality again. Stonger and re energised.
One hour,just one.
I cannot afford to do badly.
I just can't.
Please g0d, give me the courage to pull through this.
And a little good luck too.
Aristocrats, let's pray for the best.
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