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    Monday, March 30, 2009, 5:32 PM
    I've been traveling on this road to long
    Just trying to find my way back home..


    I woke up 15 minutes late today. I really exhausted yesterday. I spent time with Melly at Anchorvale community center, at sengkang there. Haha, I love the swimming pool. Too bad, I didn't swim. Just feel the energy of the water.

    Came to school like a Mat manner. LOL. Shirt tuck-out, didn't wear tie. I was in the rush to meet someone, Melly lil sister duhh! I'm not afraid of the student counselor ohkay. While enter by the back gate, I saw 5 counselor. One of them is Hidayah from sec 2F.

    One of the student counselor: Boy, please wear your tie. (Fuck you, I'm not a boy, I'm a guy)
    Hidayah: Azmie! Pakai tie la!
    Azmie: -While sms Melly on my handphone- , aku tkde tie. ;D (Actually I do have a tied, hidden inside my bag)
    Hidayah: Tkde tie?! Haha, ok.

    Walked around the school search for Melly lil sis. She need to pass me something from her sister which I left it yesterday at Anchorvale community center.

    I arrived at the quandrangle late. Mr.Viknesh hand signal me to hurry up. As usual, I take my own sweet time. Mr.Viknesh looked so shocked. I think this is the very first time he saw me arrive at the quandrangle quite late. Melly lil sister held me up. Thanks ehh. I should complaint to your sister. It was my luck that today bell ring was late.

    Maths. I'm lost. Simple and compound interest should be the one that I should ask Mrs.Yap, not hired purchase. Wrong topic! Arghhh! My mistake.

    I think teachers should stop talk about our 'N' level exams. Its like they are pressuring us. The more you pressure us, the more we feel stress. Stress = exam fail = wasted. Duhh! Whose fault? Teachers, "Its your fault that you didn't study for your exams." Teachers intend to push the problem to their students as if its not their fault to pressurize them.



    Kay, bye. Toodles! (;