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♡ just that small degree of hope, kills away all of my other affections left for you.
Sunday, January 17, 2010, 2:34 PM
Remind me again why I opt F&N for my electives. Oh, right. To be a good housewife.
MY. GOD. I know. The workload is far more than what I assume it was. The intensive research here and there, and fyi, Mdm Aishah ain't going to be that lenient, as from my view.
I just hope my paring with Aida, a lady, would benefit me in a way. Ohm.

So obviously, I got to handle the scoldings. Helloooo. My body speaks. I. AM. TIRED. okay.
You wouldn't expect me to go for another class after an entire week of heavy schedule and a Saturday stolen by consecutive tuition lessons. Just to let you know, I can be tired also. Even robots need a day break. Much less a human - much less me. 6 hours straight, sitting, listening, and absorbing at the same time. It's the same as asking me to go to school for 6days instead of the usual 5days a week.
I am not complaining. I totally am not. Neither am I wanting to compromise on my promise. But your dealings with the matter have ought to be reasonable my self approval don't you?
Why can't you for once put that trust on me? Why is it that you see me as unable to held that kind of huge responsibility as being the eldest? Why must you always have to be so judgmental?

I know I'm being such a tattle tale.
But. I. Am. Just. A. 15. Year. Old. Girl.