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I have never been more tired and ever. I've been running from the library, to my dorm, to the library again (mind you, Jasin is on top of a hill and full of un-symmetrical stairs. Antique school maaa), and now I'm worrying about the registration for the Workshop. I'm sorry Dina to cause you a lot of trouble. Tonight I'll have to borrow a friend's phone and call my mother about the money and call Dina. Dina, someone will miss call you so uh ya that'll be me.
All the heavy papers are finished!! Tomorrow I'll have my Malay Language, which will be a-okay (I suppose, if not those hard idioms and unknown words will pop out and 15 marks will be gone T__T), English (which will be more than a-okay), Art, Computer Science, and English Proficiency Test (I don't know what the hell this is). And on the next Tuesday, after I come out from my class I'll head straight back home yay!
Chemistry was, by the word of Dina, Hojjible. Biology was almost hojjible, since I'm the only one who passed up my Paper 1 earlier than the time limit. Modern Mathematics was much more hojjibler than Add Maths. Seriously. This is the hojjible fact of being in the same school with hojjibly smart people who, at some point, would flap their hands like wings all of a sudden.
I think, when I go back home I'm going to spend my day at Starbucks in One Utama and probably do my History or Biology or Add Maths or Mod Maths or everything altogether homework. Or do notes for Chemistry. And being a nerd and act like I'm a very hardworking kid and all that jazz. And score A1. Or not. Or complain because my Mars Volta CD is scratched and when I listen halfway through Cicatrix it'll skip to an extreme point of annoyance.
My roommate, Fara & I had been re-create lyrics of VE's Pop Ye Ye into a song that literally means that we can't wait to go back home.