Argh. Feel so sick inside.
Don't feel like talking, but the show has to go on.
So yesterday was the first day of school. Depressing. Dreadful. 2 B3s, came home with the embarrassment, after being nagged at on the phone - twice - at PP.
Another thing. I don't think some people understand why my B3 was disappointing. It really was. Because of many reasons. My brother got A1 for MT, everyone expected my Malay was better than his. Cikgu was really hoping that I would repeat my occasional success in class papers when I used to score distinctions. And i think I probably put in the most effort for malay among some people I know, who just don't bother putting in the effort. My bro did well that day at the Os. And a few more reasons which i shall leave unmentioned.
Today was... dreadful.
Ah whatever.
