Yes, I am sorry for not updating because I am really really reaaaaaaally busy.

Anyway, nothing happened this week except I had to go to school on Saturday to replace the day I have Chinese New Years hols. Blergh. 

Probably the most interesting thing that happened to me this week is well, guess what? I signed up for PRS (Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya) Basically, what we're supposed to do is well, bimbing. Guide the students to good stuff, give them advice et cetera. 

What I keep telling people is, "Since I am probably never going to be chosen as a prefect, I'll join PRS. The marks are the same and PRS is funner. I gave it a try," but the original reason me joining PRS is because I want to help people. Yes, it does sound mainstream and crap but seriously, I have tonnes of friends who are going through a lot. I tried helping one or two last year but it wasn't enough. I want to keep helping. I want to be a best friend they can rely on because I realised I am probably the shittiest friend on the planet. I suck, I know.

Anyway, there was a PRS meeting on Friday. Of course I went for it. (Probationers MUST attend the meetings) It was well loud (typical girls' school) 

This is the really scary part: We had to introduce ourselves. Ew? Yep. My heart was beating fast and loud. No joke, I'm serious. My hands were cold and I was literally shaking. I was nervous, like duh. I don't talk to people, let alone introduce myself to people. When my turn came, I just said, "Hi, I-"

they replied "HIIIIIIIIIII" 

"Hi, my name is Amirah an-"

"HIIII AMIRAAAAH"

"I'm from 3A. and well Tumblr is life. that is all"

the president of PRS said, "true" (or something like that, I forgot. i was too traumatized to remember anything)

Yep, that happened. Ugh gawd I need to talk more, be more friendly et cetera.

Anyway, gotta go. I have tonnes of homeworks and projects and folios to do.

Thanks for reading baes,

xoxo