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First Speech 😂

Hello. i'm Raihana. i am 14 years young ( hahahaha 😂 ) old lah. I'm Malaysian. em, saya bersekolah di SMIK. ( sek. men. ibn khaldun ) saya sayang sekolah saya. saya berharap dapat menguasai nya suatu hari nanti. HAH HAH, I'm gonna rule da kingdom! 😼 bila saya dh bsr nanti, saya nak jadi Pilot. airline pilot. ramai kawan2 saya tak percayakan saya. cikgu saya pun tak percayakan saya. tapi takpe, ORG YG PALING PENTING dlm bab2 kepercayaan ni adalah DIRI SENDIRI. make sure yg diri tu percaya dekat diri sendiri. kena yakin. kena ada self-confidence. jadi, saya tak kisah kalau diorg nak percaya ke tak. 😚 form 5 nanti,  saya nak belajar dekat Europe sbb nak ambil kelas penerbangan dekat sana.tp, saya nak belajar dekat Tanah Arab jugak mcm Medina, Jordan, Syria. 😢 saya tak tahu nak pilih mana satu. ni dh bazirkan masa saya dh nk fikir lagi.. itu ini... ok lah. sampai sini saja yang saya nk ckp. faham tak pe tak faham sudah. ok bai.

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