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FEEZA AJ
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
the stories that happened yesterday

Okay, I think I am going to talk a lot now because there were too many things had happened. Moreover, the first test had started on the March 3rd. it was on Tuesday, we’re sitting for the English Paper 1 and 2. Oh my, it was a total crap! I don’t have any ideas what on earth I was writing about on my paper 1. The part 1 was okay, I mean just an OKAY and the part 2 was a kind of rubbish writing to me. I wrote the report incredibly worst, ever. It made no sense at all. What noises do they expect to hear? Who on hell were involved? I could not think how to report that no-such-things writing. Or maybe this is because my own fault whom never do the reports? Stupid much you, fee. You’re the one who made this thing even worst, you never submit your reports to your teacher. See now? You deserved it! Sigh. Okay. Okay. I know it was my fault. But hey am I going to change? Or do I need to change? Oh my god! Oh hafizah azman yang tercinta lagi disayangi *taie, you must change. MUST! MUST! MUSTARD! GGGRRRRRR! Bah bah awu, I will change. I will. I promise I will change because I want to beat Yasmin a.k.a Bella Of The Ball. Giggles and Ayuni The Snow White. I don’t want to drop again, not even once. I book the first, second and third places. Mark that.
The second day, Biology 2 and Malay 1. Malay was okay, it supposed to. Yet, the bio was a magical-and-no-sense-of-paper-ever. The teacher said the topics covered up until the tissue culture in the asexual reproduction but hell, none from the tissue culture came out. Instead, more on the leaves structure, enzymes and respiration turned up which I put less-or-not-all concentration on it. I did answer the questions for the sake of answering but all were mixed up. I’ll pray. I am entreating for sympathy that the teacher won’t be too strict marking the papers. Please teacher, I am begging you. What a lame people you are, fee. Again, you deserved it baby!
The third day was a kind of gloomy day to me. I weep when I was on my way to school. Yooo, I am a crybaby because I cried over a SMALL matter. Boo you, fee. well, like I care~ oh cut the crap-of-shit lah. Back to the test, we were having three papers instead of two. Geography 2, Malay 2 and Chemistry 3. Even once, I have not love geography. Not for a million of years. I don’t know why I did it so. I am not interested in geography. I don’t like to write long because I know at the end I gain zero. So maybe that is why I don’t love GEOGRAPHY. You know, different people have different things they like. I wrote rubbish on my geography paper. And I think I rushed masa malay paper because I was lacking of time. Sangal tangan yooooo. Betakah wah paper ku ah macam Braille tah pulang usul nya. Haha. Bah bah, back to my story again, we sat for the chemistry paper in the afternoon. Around 1 pm atu, almost the whole class was chirping like birds. We were doing our revision in the class, less an hour before the test started. Faiqah went mad like nono the spastic child. Haha. Ape yang kau merepek ni? Faiqah’s common-boring words. LOL. During the test went on of course we’re not allowed to talk. Plus, miss Beng said one mark will be deducted for a word. Haha, demanding gila. But still, faiqah nono didn’t understand. She did talked to me, obviously. We’re partner in a bench. She said, “eh bebau jua kau.” And “fizah bau taie.” Babi wah usulnya. Sampat lagi mengucap urang tu. It was like her life won’t be easy without teasing people in a day. You get me people? She’s such a well-trained teaser. Yet, I love you still alai faiqah. FOREVER and ALWAYS. Jaga hidung mu ah. Karang cemani. :8) haha. Well, after the test atu we did a small discussion with miss Beng about the paper. The paper was great. GREAT. I did it right but carelessly. There was a question on salt analysis which was asking for the compound of the solution S where the answer was should be IRON (III) CHLORIDE. Instead of it, I wrote IRON (II) CHLORIDE which was absolutely wrong! It was (III) baby (III), not (II)! I went demented after I realized I was wrong. Macam sepanjang-panjang atu aku mental. Hahaaa. Nyehhhhhhh. Fyi, I was on my way to the lower car park masa atu. With faiqah and leepah, we talked all along the way. endlessly. We’re arguing about the paper, still. Even worst, faiqah got the name of the acid mixed up. Cali cali.
Well, 5Sc3 can do it. I know. We will beat the other science classes. Its just we need to work hard in order to achieve victory. Let’s rock the school. J
I wish I can score well for this test and you girls too. Okay, that’s it. I am tired. I need to get some rest and go to sleep. I missed to dream. And I missed having my long sleep journey.
Much love.
Pjass.

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