Form 4 is a hard one really. Orientation is fun, but it worries me when it comes to studies. Add maths had been a pain to the arse neck, physics wrecks the heart, and sejarah kills the brain. What will I have left without these?
Anyway, I'll do my best to catch up, no way hosay I'll bury myself in the dreadful pile of soil. Stress is not a factor of failure, only the way you manage it is.
The sun sets into the sleepy mellow,
Bringing flowers to rest,
the moon shines with it's halo,
like the ring of knights,
and damsels in distress.
Good bye I say my dear friend,
for it's our time to part,
I'll see you another day,to lend a hand,
in making apple tarts.
