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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Letting it all out.I just came home from the 2nd exam paper, and my writing hand hurts. It had never wrote so much in a while. Well, actually I didn't write a lot as compared to my JC days where speed writing could be a CCA, but since I haven't used the pen in a long, long time, my poor right hand is quietly writhing in pain. There was a point where I felt my thumb going numb, and I was so fascinated that I stopped writing to poke the tip of my thumb- gently of course. So, two papers down and three more to go. Thursday is the easy one. We have to write out a story outline in 2 hours. Woohoo! Then it's 2 papers on Monday. One is Narrative, which weighs 20% and (gasp) Korean, which is the module that I hope to score the most. As with all other semesters, I cross my heart, toes, fingers, and any part of me that's crossable, and pray that I don't get Bees anymore. Of course I don't mean that I'd like to get Cists, which, if I do, I will bang my head on the table until the bruise on my forehead is bigger than my mole. I don't know why, but the stupid Ace keep eluding me. If I were a cheerleader, I'd go "Give me an A! Give me an A!" Ah well. At least there's still Homer Simpson to keep me company while I go through this agonising period of anxiety and hunger. (I think because I get hungry faster when I really use my brain) And of course, my birthday to look forward to. It's one week after exams, thus, it is the ultimate way to celebrate the end of exams and school (for 6 months). I ate dinner just now with some of my friends and they were asking me what I want for my birthday, came up with the conclusion that they should get one of those "boyfriend for a day" type on that day. They were contemplating having a Manhunt contest that day. Can you believe it? It's even worse that the idea that Cathy has, where everyone has to stick a pearl on their face and she'll show up at my door as a giant mole. Oh no, what friends do I have? The thing is, even though my birthday is coming, and I'm pretty excited about it, I seriously have no idea what I want. Well, I do have some stuff I need, but they are far too expensive, which is why I'll rather target my parents (Insert evil laugh). Okay, I really should come up with a wishlist and think really hard what I want this year. If not people will start prying out "Priority Seat" signs and giving me fire extinguishers. I'll consult my leprechaun later on my wishlist. So as you can see, I'm pretty much stressed out and going nuts over the examinations-- and my coursemates are too, judging from their suggestions. However, after spending fricking ten plus years in the examination mill, I'm very sure I will still be alive by the time it is over. Can't say the same for my right hand though. Can't say the same. Labels: stupid examinations
9:10 PM
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