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Piece of mind
Friday, March 12, 2010 // 8:09 PM

FT>>clean class,redecorate class>>PE>>2.4km run>>MT>>slacked in class>>ART>>Did reflection after reflection>>RECESS>>PSME>>Course Dean talk for 2011 subjects>>PTC!

Today was one of those suckishcrappy day,period! My dad came at 1+ for Parent-Teacher Conference. Ms T and Ms S talk and talk and talk bout' my studies,lepaking,attitube,failing etc.
While the three of them talked, i tried to hold back my tears. Once, it was done. My dad went back to work while i ran and was trying to explain to zakia&sabrina bout' what the three of them said but i ended up crying while explaining to them outside the music room. The others came soon after.Explain to them and we talked bout' stuff. So yes,i cried. And i know all of them have NEVER seen me cry before until' today. When back to class and hariri was trying to cheer me up but the tears came again. This time i really tried to hold it back...Mira looked at me and said, ''bev belom habis nganges." and she pointed at me. (: When someone (idk who) was talking to me i just left the class with the tears rolling down my cheeks. D:
I cried like a baby. ):

After i REALLY stopped crying went back into class.Ms S nagged and scolded us(PRA&Guys). Since, there were parents in the classroom we went outside of the music room. Ms S nagged at us and gave us a prep talk, yet again. Laughed alittle and Mrs F came and letcure/nag at us. -_____-'' She come than boring already. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO, prolly around 6+ going to 7 went back home with errinnie,sabrina,aizat&sabrina's mum.(LOL!)

This is my first time that i cried @PTC.
Thanks to sabrina,zakia,amira,errinnie,adiah,hajar,megat,aizat,iman,hariri,ritzhann,yuzaimi for trying to cheer me up. (L)

P.S : I keep seeing natasha at the third and fouth floor and i swear she is sooooooo cute!!!!! Hhah *smiles*

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