learning to let go.

Hey.

I was late again this morning. It's not my fault, alright. Mom woke up late this time, not me. Since I knew I'm gonna be late, I wore super duper long socks today and I mean long. *evil grin* Eventhough I look ultra dorky, but it was worth it. There's no way I want to pluck grass and weeds. Nuh-uh. *shakes head vigorously*

I did something so the very mean. I sort of made Maggie cry. No, actually she was already crying. When she finally stopped crying. I said something that made her start crying all over again. I thought it was funny and well, it's not. It was freaky and I felt rather bad. I made her cry all over again more than once, ya know. Boohoo. I'm sorry, Maggie. :/
It goes like this. Maggie finally stopped crying and forced a fake smile on her face. I was feeling playful. So I said something like this "And you miss him like shit, but he doesn't care abit." Then suddenly, Maggie started sobbing like mad again. Oops. She must really loved that guy.

There was no electricity at my tuition centre. It was friggin hot. The teacher let all of us went back early at 4.30pm.

p/s: I have no fricken idea when is the pmr trial. Lol. I still bo lang bo juak like that. *sigh* It's somewhere in August right? *screams* I'm so-o-o-o-o-o not ready. Can anyone please spare me a knife or just kill me?