Exams officially over.
Lessons are starting.
Here comes the stress syndrome.

Something amazing happened during recess.
As usual, we were playing volleyball.
And the ball went out as usual [all thanks to Izzati's magnificent dig-no-matter-what dig]
Since it's only recess, we couldn't get out to take the ball.
There were nobody walking around since those lazy bums are still in bed despite the time.
So we decided to climb.
And oh, it was a bad idea.
We spent a lot of time shouting to who-know-whats but frankly speaking, homosapiens these days are going deaf.
The bell rang and lessons started.
Obviously, the ball was outside and we were inside.
I ran to the security post and that cute, friendly security woman said we could just go out and take the ball. [Should have thought about that sooner]
When I ran out, somebody had thrown the ball back inside.
That was just a waste of my bloody time and energy.
And blahblahdeeblah, lied to the teacher [it was A.Math lesson by the way] that I needed to meet up with the teacher and she practically fall for that. HUR HUR.

And all went well.
There's this someone I need to say something about.
Just because he's rich and live in a condo, doesn't mean he can compliment on everything especially to people of middle-class like us.
And by the way Mister, you don't have to envy me.
I have nothing to be envied about.
You think you're one big shot.
Oh please human, roamer of Mother Nature, you can't just live life by money.
Hate me as much as you want, I'm not going to die anyway.
I lead my life and don't you come messing with it.

I've got an A.Math assignment to finish.
Bon Voyage =)