Saturday, May 17
results that sucks«
2:55 PM
ok. so i need to update.
yesterday the training was awesome. even for no shooter, i shot two goals. and WE TRASHED THE JUNIORS AGAIN. oi juniros, WHAT HAPPENED SEY? buck up buck up buck up. to kak sikin, seriously, THANKS FOR BEING THERE FOR US. FOR FACING UP TO THAT MONSTER. and srry because some peole just dont get you. and i really hope you two will understand each other. god willing. oh and i got chosen for 200 solo. (korg rase bdk madrasah laen laju tk? *groans*)
we finished receiving our marks.
quran was tenet. dissapointing? somehow, as a madrasah student quran is my weakest subject. NO KIDDING. and i dont know why. (maybe sbb byk dose. hafalan tk kekal) [oh Allah, i need you]
nahu. OI! OI! i passed. ok. tawn beat me. but so what? screw her. i PASSED! at least even if its below 70. oh. stupid mistakes i my saraf. i forgot my 'wow' for takuunuu. sigh. [hyped up]
fiqh was agonizing. the waiting ar. ustaz gave us the MCQ AND SAQ first. no essays yet.then ustaz wanted to give us faraidh. sa whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! NO. FRIGGING. WAY. essay tinggal satu blom mark abey he still wanted to give out faraidh. *sigh* essays later den. faraidh was abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. tapi passed. phew! fiqh, hmm. [RELIEVED -__________-"]
eng paper one's mark werent released. school's policy. idiotic. -___-" my paper two wasnt really satisfying. FINE. [erk-ish]
have i told you that geography is LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE? is it. you gotta meet geography. all those hardwork paid off. i screwed lino and tawn. FOR THE FIRST TIME! i rock \m/ [smirking ar babes]
hadith is love lar. even when the MCQ mencekik hati, meragut nyawe. i stayed up all day. i woke up in the middle of the night. i cried because of this. and im satisfied. [alahmdulillah. =)]
and i forgot this picture. i forgot. =)

i thought i am your sunshine; NABILAH MOEN.
p.s: maafkan bila ku tak sempurna. (im sorry im an insensitive brat)
p.s: jamil, i owe you LOTS of chocs. seriously.
p.s: bellisima, call me bellisima, dear.
p.s: ARGH! ayat-ayat cinta in the background. (my mother kemaruk ayat-ayat cinta)