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Muhammad Syafiee.
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Have your parents ever warned you not to mix around with that particular kid? That boy your parents tell you to stay away from? And everything your parents don't want you to end up to be like? I'm that guy.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 Chapter 5; Turn And Face The Strange
I decided to get myself an early leave from school.
There were alot of stuff twirling in my head and besides, I wasn't feeling well much. I wouldn't be able to concentrate anyways being sick.
We are officially out from the tennis A' Division. Got trashed by Catholic JC. Except for the fact that Marcus won. That wouldn't have helped us anyways. We COULD qualify if by some extreme miracle that the other teams got disqualified for the use of drugs or something, but I highly doubt it.
Mr Sng considered me playing during the Innova JC match tomorrow. At first I was quite pissed- play me when we're already out of the tournament. But then it's okay. I still get a chance to gain experience and whatevernot crap. And so, I'm grateful. :)
I failed my Maths Statistics Test. 18/50. 7 more marks. Sigh. Not entirely proud of it but I was expecting myself to fail this test. It was mighty confusing. Plus, I kinda forgot how to use the Statistics functions in the calculator halfway. Yeah. Not sure if it's a U grade or an S grade, either way, re-test next Thursday. O-freaking-MG.
Can't afford to fail anymore. I'm sick of failures and sick of me being one, dammit.