Waste Ground

My blog. Is like. A waste ground.

Okay, if anyone, anyone, actually all of you, who are reading this right now. Go to comments, and say "Nurul Farhana is awesome".

Something amazing will happen. No kidding. I don't do kidding. K just kidding. But seriously, something amazing will happen. IF there are no comments, I'm going to like - unlove all of you.

Okay anyway, I just realized I have a theory exam for piano tomorrow. Eeks. I forgot that. So I didn't study. And the Italian terms. Seriously, like what the... It's like they're telling us to speak Italian.

My practical exam was last week, and I was sweating while playing the piano. I know I won't get distinction. But I know I won't fail though. Oh psh, what's past is past.

Uhm, I have to study for PMR as well. Honestly speaking, I think I put too much effort in my trials, so I don't have any energy left for PMR. Get it? It's like, my brain is just so very very tired, and just thinking of studying for PMR - makes my brain cells die.

I have this massive headache, and I am so hungry today. And I broke a bowl this morning while doing the dishes. Just. Don't wash the dishes when your eyes are screaming LET ME CLOSE, LET ME CLOSE, JUST LET ME BE. And your brain is like GO THE FISH BACK TO SLEEP. Because tada!

broken bowl.

Wish me luck for all the exams I'm sitting for. Piano, PMR, whatever else people are torturing me with, right now.

I want a Blackberry. Bold.

AHH SUCH A SPOILT BRAT. GO DIE.