I myself believe memories are like bubbles, they pop eventually but what matters is that how can I prolong its lifespan. I wish to write down my encounters and moments I had with people around me, so that one day if I might forget (hopefully not forgetting how to read and write), I'll still remember these moments. Sounds emotional does it? Nah just a diary.. A keepsake. Whoever stalk me deep enough via Facebook should see the link here. WELCOME TO MY BLOG! I have no ocha to serve sorry.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Cruel Battle
Why did I mention PMR as cruel battle? In Malaysia, PMR stands for "Penilaian Menengah Rendah" and is one of the major examination taken by all form 3 students across Malaysia... Because of this examination, most of us did our best on it, but for these 3 years, everyone is working hard to archieve best results, of course, it goes the same to me. Well, PMR goes for 5 days and it really creeps me out.... not to say I hate PMR, but, this examination made me take a lot of time in my preparations and, in fact, everyone in form 3 is. This, I concidered as a battle because, we are the one who are facing it. I made a mistake for not concentrating on my studies last time, but, I promised myself to catch up with them in form 4, with my best friend too. And, before I end this, I would like to tell every reader for this post, please do not ignore studies, it ends badly....
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2 comments:
gorgor
i wil supprt u anyway
gud luck in ur study in future
miz u
long time din update ur blog le
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