I really don’t know how to spell it out. Sometimes, i feel really unhappy. Sometimes in school, I just feel so pissed with everything that I choose to keep quiet. At times, even I myself don’t know what is it that is pissing me.

Friends coming up to me asking, ’So how is poly life? Was it fun?’

So, I got to answer them right? I say School is fine. Lectures are okay. Practical is quite fun. Friends are nice people. Many group works. But was it really like that?

I’ve survived 2 weeks of school. Test or quiz they call it. We are going to have it next week, next next week, next next next weeks. After that, will be the term test. But it just felt that I barely started school, barely got used to the poly life, barely understood what is the teachers trying to say and I got to study for tests. Sometimes when the teachers give us a piece of homework, I really don’t understand what are we supposed to do. And we are not allowed to show them our homework before the due date because those homework are included for our marks?

As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is my friend.
But, then instead of leaving Him,
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
with ways that were my own.
At last, I snatched them back again
and cried, "How can you be so slow?"
"My child." He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."

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Sometimes, I think people actually do judge a book by its cover…