Hello, people. Yes, I'm having my SPM examinations right now, no pressure! Well, at least I don't feel pressure. Don't ask me why, I don't know. Maybe it's a part of my primal make up system that I'm not terrified of examinations. Or maybe it's just I have that particular ability to escape from reality. Huh.
Anyway, I don't feel like I'm having a huge examination right now in my life. I think I'm more concern about my ACTL examinations more than this. But still, I'm not trying to dwell on those things that'll make me really, really frustrated. My dad thought I was hilarious when I was practicing my piano but my brother thought that I was literally insane. He was just asking me something in a really nice (but annoying to me) way and I literally snapped at him, yelling profanities. Oops.
So just watch out if you see me practicing my piano, okay?
I finished my moral examination this morning and I'm quite happy that I never, ever, ever have to memorize those thirty-six moral values and their respective definitions, not to mention: key words. I'm not that good at memorizing things, and for this subject, you can't even get a single word wrong. Not a single spelling wrong. It's literally hell to me. So it technically pisses me off that I still have my history papers on Monday. Brrr.
What pushes me go on and on (not Titanic, no) is actually the thought that this is the last time ever I'm going to sit for an examination like that. Wearing school uniform with all my fellow students and in my secondary school compound. It's kinda sad in a weird way. I don't really like secondary school, to be completely honest, because everything sorta went like a huge blur and ta-da, I'm a freaking senior that graduated. But I'm going to miss it, terribly much. And I'm sure I will dedicate a whole post to my graduation (which I have so much to talk about), just wait till I'm all done with my examinations.
Now you're probably wondering what all these have to do with my tittle. No, the previous stuffs have nothing to do with my tittle. In fact, I wasn't going to write all those stuffs and moaned to you guys, but my self-nagger-instinct took over me. Tee-hee.
That first day of SPM examinations, I was having my Malay papers and feeling oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-be-free-from-this-forever and optimistic and trying to get my papers done on time, there's that annoying chicken next to my examination hall, screeching at the top of its lungs: COCKADOODLEDOO over and over and over again. It scared the hell out of me at first, almost making me dropped my pen. Then it made me forget what I was about to write the second time around.
Seriously, dear Mr. Chicken, your motive to annoy the hell out of me had succeeded. I must congratulate you on this huge achievement of yours. I hope you got eaten by that also-annoying monitor lizard soon so you won't again interrupt me during my examination.
Yes, there's not only the annoying chicken, there's also a swimming monitor lizard. I don't know if it's only me or what, but I kept hearing the swooshing sound of the drain water when the monitor lizard swam by. Or ran by, because it sounded like it was in a great hurry. Then, the chicken started to yell its head off, again.
I'm seriously torn between hitting the chicken real hard in the face and sitting quietly with my fist clenched tight in the examination hall. The latter won, of course, since I'm not physically fit enough to jump off the second floor and leap over the rusty face to catch that chicken after running after it for ten eternities.
My guess is the owner won't be too happy about it since the chicken's probably their dinner or something.
I so hate when the chicken interrupting my thoughts and I had to scribbled everything down super-fast before that damn chicken starting to screech again. I really hope that I'm able to control myself and not turn that chicken into my dinner.
Till then, goodbye peeps.
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