hari pertama - kelas baru.

now at 7 am, I enter the class that will be converted to class Arab.
the first study session, no news about any further changes, then a first session ended another teacher into the class and give a piece of paper the names of students who will be changed.

before the break, all students in this block out of their class to ask what happened and i said i have been transfer to any of yours class.  

I must have a name on one of the 5 classes, so I need to search for my name one by one, I really exhausting at that time. so i wait outside the classroom until somebody come tell me where my new class is.suddenly, one of my friend tell that my name was in his class, that means i had been transfered to his class, I feel relieved when I found out my new  class.

after end of the rest, I enter into a new class that I'm supposed to be. The first teacher i see after that was the same teacher who taught me Malay, on other class. Arrival time learning history, the teacher who taught me about the history was in, I am very surprised because the teacher who taught me history is the teacher who always call me chinesse and complaining about my hair.as expected, after several minutes of teaching, she came to me and Complain about my hair, I am not the only victims, there more in my class who got long hair exclude the female students.

when the bell sounds, I out of the school fence as soon as possible. it was really tension that day.erghhh

tension.headache.regret.

first impresion: I want to kick all kinds of furniture in there if i could

story begin.

Today, around 10 am, I am very angry with the school management because, first days, teachers said that class I sit now is normal classes for this year. suddenly, a classmate told me that this class will be converted to arab class. When I heard all that, I want to kick the teacher incharge in managing exchange if possible. so tomorrow I have to switch to other classes however. after that, I began to feel headache and tension, because thinking about that exchange. A day before the exchange, I am very worried and afraid if a teacher who taught me after this, was a fierce and strict, more frightening, if teachers who taught me, is a teacher who does not like long hair. I think it will be unfortunate for me that day

I hope tomorrow I can go into a good class and a class of many students who wish to study. I should change the class in the first place, if I know this will be like this. I really regret what happened this week. please pray I will succeed in the PMR, hope it will come true.
help me.
feelings: regret for what I'm done last year and now

Getting.Old

My age is changing.!!
thanks to god i'm going to fifthteen with full health.
and thanks to everyone, that remember my birthday especially to my family that had gather half of our family to come wish me happy birthday. and to my friend that had wished although they in busy because they have to prepare for the school. thanks a lot...

changing to fifthteen is not going be happy actually coz i had to sitting PMR, but i'm try to face it.

"tommorow, the year that make my heart beating so fast, i thought it another year!!??...."
FYI,next year i gonna be PMR candidates. those word 'study' to me like i got no excuse to push away now, "time running now but you still walk, why?"- some who care for me repeating this word everyday and every time i listening to it , it's like i'm going numb and think(?) . 3 more day are my birthday, but my brain are weaving and thinking about this exam so much, like i'don't care anymore my birthday. DAMN, i'm so worried.

the last exam, seem those ex-PMR's candidates, they act cool like nothing happen but their result still superb, just shocked me , really2 shocked. Hope, my situation just like them, luck like them, cool like them and result like them. next year, em, my only focus i think is study, got best result. and maybe wanna go to sbp or mrsm because there, i just know i can got the best.Just now i'm looked my friend in mrsm, their result were 'wow!!' . some were got SEVEN's A, some got EIGHT's A . these number , NEVER.NEVER.EVER.EVER stick on my result paper, hope it be oneday.

thanks to who support me till now.
thanks to who teach me.
thanks to who willing him knowledge to me.
and my friends we got long way to go, don't forget to pray, learn and be nice~
huhu

keluar.jln.jln

outing untuk kali terakhir bagi thn nih dan sebelum pmr exam. tak ramai yang datang join makan. Outing kali geng.geng nih tak berminat nak pergi makan kat kb mall, mungkin masih TAKUT nak pergi sana sebab accident  kereta terjunam dalam mall hari tuh. SO kite pon pergi makan kat mc'd dekat dengan parkson yan g sudah diubahsuai.

girl exskpg yang tengah sibuk makan dan berbual, nak tengok camera pon tak sempat.

sorang lelaki tuh, belum jadi ex lagi.

Nih barisan.lelaki, sorang lagi dah menghilangkan diri, katanya nak potong rambut, so die balik awal.

lelaki.lelaki nih jelah yang datang,termasuk ak lah, sebab boring , tak ada kerja nak buat apadal tahun depan dah masuk form 3 , dah nak exam esh2.

di tepi sungai kelantan. keringkan lidah dengan angin yang nyaman di situ, huhu.