maths lecture was a horror. needless to say. i think those who opted to do H1 maths, or no maths at all are geniuses. i swear everytime i do a math question, my hair commits suicide by jumping out of the follicle. whoever invented trigo are sadists! what double angle, multiple angle? die.

malay room feels different now. not that its occupied by some other unknown creatures but, *mind goes blank. like what mother wrote in her blog, 'its irritatingly filled with memories'. like the past week, we've been slogging off for this dance performance in the room. which turned out well. alhamdullilah. the tables were stacked to create space and it looked more like a lounge than a room where you actually study. of course, we had a certain distinguish guest who was critical of our dance. oh. and who rarely smile when we're dancing. thanks uh. and so now, it feels weird entering the room knowing that week is over, and everything is over. feels sad actually. like i said, its like a norm entering the room with tables stacked and the honoured guest sitting on the stage, but now... maybe its just me. no its not. even the others feel this way. wait. don't tell me, we're missing him? it just feels funny. entering the room, i mean.

oh! found a new hobby. congkak.

its fun if you're playing with professionals(me) but..*sighs.

no challenge uh playing with amatuers (mother and syima). laughs :))

because i always win.

thanks fadz for starting it all,

you can always try to defeat me.

2:15 PM,♥
now, smile(: