HIDAYAH's blog

I simply have to write today.

All seems allright UNTIL .. .. .. MORNING RUN! And again the same thing happen.

SWEATY and SMELLY and TIRED and STICKY.

I did not tuck in my t-shit. Cause my shirt it small and if I were to tuck in, I would look really nerdy. But apparently, this PREFECTS just don't understand. The highlight in today entry shall be the PREFECTS. Let me give you an idea of what I think about some PREFECTS. *Sorry Clara.

I think some PREFECTS are just one bunch of people who are like DOGS.

They act when they get orders from their owner. And in this case, the owner seems to be THAT FATTY LUMP RAFI.

HELLO HELLO ! Are you blind or something? Can't you see that Im tired after running and feeling hot and sweating ??! And there you are calling me to tuck in my shirt. 3 PREFECTS to be exact. NAZRI that MORON was like 'hidayah, tuck in your shirt'. I just said that Im tired and I will tuck in later. He insist that I tuck in and stop me there. Ok FINE. I tuck in and let he sees it. 'HAPPY?' He smiled. MORON! I tuck it out back and walk away.

Whatever it is, you don't have the right to ask me do this or do that. Anyway, you DON'T RUN. That makes you even in a no right position to order me around. Im NO DOG.

Phew, I feel better expressing it in here :) I may now shower and study in peace. Hehe.