...... My house is.

And I ain't kidding you.

Yesterday, about 9-ish p.m., I arrived home and was met with a sight to behold...

NOT.

The front part was okay. No one would guess that my house is dilapidated and in crumbles from the front part. Sadly, the same thing can't be said about the rear side.

If you ever come to my house, expect debris, pieces of woods, bits and pieces of tiles, cigarette buds (which are not from any one of my family members, thank you very much!), steels, you name it. Boy, was I glad I went away for three weeks.

Hehe...

Have you ever been to Hong Kong? Have you ever wondered what it's like living there? Well I have good news for all of you. You can experience Hong Kong life in Alor Star! Step right up to our now, one bedroom and 2 bathroom semi-D house. Trust me when I say my house's current state is more or less than the average flats the Hong Kong people live in.

Only our house is extra dusty.... esque.

Whatever. Moving on....

TOMORROW!

-insert Dracula theme song-

I'm going to get my results tomorrow... And I'm BEYOND SCARED! And it's really beacuse of pride more than the feeling of self-accomplishment. People ar all going something along the lines of, "Ala.. Amal. Confirm 8 A's punya,"... And what will happen if I DON"T get 8 A's? HUH?

I know what. H-U-M-I-L-I-A-T-I-O-N. Stamped on my forehead for the rest of my life! And the fact I have been didding so many people doesn't help either. Right now, so many worst case scenarioes are running through my head like a full speed bullet.

What if ,my stupid liquid won't stick properly? (It's not my fault my liquid paper ran out and the only one they sell at school was a low quality one!)
Or what if I accidently used the wrong pencil?
Or my writing got smeared?
OR I ANSWERED EVERYTHING WRONGLY?!

MOMMYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-goes off and cry at one corner-

Ahem. All this worrying is not good for my fragile heart.

Well, what's done is done. We have to tawakal in the end, right? And at least I worked hard....ish... Hehe...

Till next time.

Love and Kisses,
Miss Hope