ouh my god.

i swear. being a teacher is hard word.

ok. actually nothing is hard.

just having to repeat everything again and again and again.

and trying to get their attention every single second..

when i think about whenever i dont listen to my teachers when i was in sec sch, aku mcm sympathize.

but then again, i was a good student.

so, no complains on my side.

wakakakaka.

=))))

aku penat la.

nk tido.

niwaes, just now i was praying in my tok's bilik.

and i suddenly miss him so much.

super duper much.

and i went to look for the baju that he wore in the dream that i saw him in/

i miss him super super duper much.

ok byeee..

when i grow old, i dontwant to fight with my husband the way my parents fight.

i would like to fight my husband the way i fight with hadi.

pasl kekek.

later i wana see how hadi fight with his wife..

sumpah akan kekek.

hahahah

ouh my god.

i swear. being a teacher is hard word.

ok. actually nothing is hard.

just having to repeat everything again and again and again.

and trying to get their attention every single second..

when i think about whenever i dont listen to my teachers when i was in sec sch, aku mcm sympathize.

but then again, i was a good student.

so, no complains on my side.

wakakakaka.

=))))

aku penat la.

nk tido.

niwaes, just now i was praying in my tok's bilik.

and i suddenly miss him so much.

super duper much.

and i went to look for the baju that he wore in the dream that i saw him in/

i miss him super super duper much.

ok byeee..

when i grow old, i dontwant to fight with my husband the way my parents fight.

i would like to fight my husband the way i fight with hadi.

pasl kekek.

later i wana see how hadi fight with his wife..

sumpah akan kekek.

hahahah