shaky hands, butter fingers

coming back to school after a drug-filled break, is, well, enough to make me have withdrawal symptoms. i spent the day nursing shivering hands are wobbly feet. not good zafirah. i'm losing control. talked to an old friend. and we're ok. after so many little arguments over stupid insignificant things. we got our emotions out of the question. because friendships involving emotions are high-strung and tend to end badly for me. for both parties. that's that.

i'm becoming more and more in love with floorball now. because of the fact that we have many j1's who have joined. what's more touching is that there are girls from the class that i became ogl of. (go o732a!) lovely. spotted little brother once last week. and found out that we are both selected for this year's singapore model united nations. (SiMUN) haha. i think it's fated for the both of us to join anything that is history-related. hope to have fun with you little brother. it's been a long time sinced i contacted him. i wonder how the new mi campus is working for him. i can type very fast.

for once, i did something right. for once, i don't feel like a failure. even with a crappy essay, zafirah has miraculously managed to get a band 1 for her history international history essay. if you don't know what it constitutes, let me read the band descriptor:

- must be relevant to the subject
- consistently analytical, not narrative
- facts support the analysis
- well linked.

claps for me! haha. i'm being so lost today. even my closest friend noticed that i was not myself and beyond help when he chatted with me today. lost. empty.

goodnight. goodnight