Always the same.

Sigh. Was suppose to meet Ms Lo for PTC. But then, dad wasn't free to wait for the grandmother to finish her speech.. So ended up meeting my form teachers, Ms Andrea and Mdm Fazelah. Had bad results. I mean, really bad.

I wanted to cry so much, but held back all my tears.

Then at one moment, Idk if it were just me or, well I thought Mdm fazelah looked at my dad, then at me and smiled, the kind that says are-you-thinking-what-im-thinking.

I know Im just talking gibberish. Whatever.

Things that have to be done are piling up like never before. I really need to buy a mini whiteboard to remind self. Wth.