the Clouds of April //

last week was all midterms ..
so yesterday we got our grades back, I was disappointed, crushed, almost angry at myself

I didn't get all the grades just two of 'em, from the same prof. whom unfortunately I registered two translation courses

ok, am not a genius, but am not that bad either ... I know some girls who are not "it" and got waay much better grades than mine, you might think am full of myself, I am so not, but it feels so unfair, I actually almost cry, which is kinda creepy I don't cry, am not that sentimental

so as he was trying to put on the sad, not very satisfied with our grades face, the prof. said that he will give us more quizzes and assignments to make up for the lost points ... he missed up with some of the other girls' grades he had to go over them again, and added to his sorryz that he was correcting 'em 4 am, did ya read that ..4 am !! if you're unable to do simple math how would you be able to correct 3 full papers of translation texts !! ..?

that day broke my 3 years headache FREE record, I felt my head pounding with my heart's beats .. soo frustrating .. annoying feeling !

I still have two other grades to get, .. ان شا الله will do much better
and thanks for my good supporting system
I (heart) you !

Reminder

I hate you too .

the Rafa !

..washed away !

again, ..who's the PM of Malaysia truely Asia? ..ok, the former PM? ..anyone?
good then, so I won't feel stupid, out professor today was talking something Malaysia
and he mentiond the PM ..and giving the fact that he loves showing off, he said he
would give extra marks, for those who know his name.. EXTRA!!
..I mean wt..?

I refuse to be there, am not an idiot
am gonna do alot of reading from now on, I'll try 'n see who's who
so look out ...smart people !


and BTW, ..it's "Abdullah Ahmad Badawi"

t r a n q u i l a.

Location: my town, from the backyard of our house

Time: 6:20 pm / summer

Mood: calm

-cliq to enlarge-

p r i v a t e: stand closer to me,

no, ..and yes !

it's a stupid thing to just think about thinking about,
still, a delicious sensation, which I'd love to have every single second

I might never across your stiff brain and that thick skull
but you -unfortunately- did cross mine !

I would love to seek your body language ..
know your commas, your paragraphs,
and mark your gramatical mistakes..

I will hate you eventually ..but you wouldn't know,
this aint poetry .. really, ..lines, sentences, a language,
just using it to mark you as someone of mine,
sad stories are unhealthy, but I think I'm an addict ..an idiot for sure,

and, whomever you are ...I'm not talking about you, or to you,

me.