All is well.

There's nothing better than to have a pore strip ripped off your nose and to see all those removed clogs. It gives me a sense of relief for some reason.

Just a day left at home and I'll be off to school tomorrow. Lovely MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba.

It's been fine for the past weeks. UPSS 1 was terrible, and I shall not speak of it. If I start to speak of it, I will be going through it intricately and I will be panicking, and I shall be a bit loony after panicking - now who would want to see me go crazy?

I haven't done my homework and it's starting to pressure me. I should be doing homework. And studying. Since logarithms basically attacked me during the test. It was just sitting there staring at me just waiting for me to attack it and then going for the kill. Ugh, logarithms. When will I ever use it in life? I hope I will. Or else all this brain-killing will be for nothing.

Physics has been torturing me as well lately. Okay le silence.

Activity week was foine. It was our first job as BWPs and I think it went well. Just... the majlis perasmian was the worst hour of my entire life. Ugh.

And my E72 is missing. So would you all kindly text me your number, yeah? It went missing from the warden's room, so you can't entirely blame me but I do regret bringing that phone to school. Sad. And I hope they can fix my iPod (which I forgot to take out of my tracks and so it just... got washed).

Tut tut Farhana. Why are you so careless.

Anyway, may your Ramadhan be filled with abstinence and may you learn to control yourself. Jihad menentang nafsu. And that goes for you as well, Farhana. Learn, Farhana, learn.

It makes me remember BADAR night - Feel the Jihad :D