Rushed home only at 6, then started on my peribahasa shit, like omg there's 60 of them lah and tmrw only 10 is going to be tested? Pathetic right. Teachers=nice, sadistic monsters
Tomorrow will be a fine day, going to have breakfast with Arif (nyehahohu) then heading to school for my fcking 3hr-long malay paper then might be staying in school after that to study math with Raudah? We'll see. Either in school or the ever-so-distracting macdonalds.
PS/ I love you Dian M, welcome to the club. (allthesingleladies club la if you don't get it k.)