.Thursday, October 18, 2007 ' 11:03 PM x
Sabre-toothed (a friend of mine) signed off his MSN PM as
'Dear Diary, Practical exam bunsen burner cork up.. wasted
5 minutes.. sigh. Done by : me.' Yet, I do not see that
5 minutes as wasted, compared to mine. I was certain, O level
Practical Exam is qualified to be a failure, mainly physics,
because the (oh-nincompoop me) realised the questions last minute.
She behaved so
kiasu she even forgot her stuffs well.
She forgot how to read the instructions CAREFULLY. The basics!
How could she forgot her basics? (Dummy-dummy-me.)
For the last minute, nothing was spared. I sat humbly, feeling
rather disheveled and guilty. I sworn you I could have breakdown
at that moment, breaking into tears or maybe, reverse back time.
But two of my cousins consoled me (indirectly) by encouraging me
with wishes to do my best. I am now back to the strong-willed
Ilyana, and I promise myself this : 'No sweat. There's still the
written paper which I am HUNGER for.' You sometimes have to lie,
to get your way through, you see.
After much grieving, I declared (on our way home), "Who's
joining me for a party after this? To celebrate our first
paper! Ha ha." Everybody went puzzled and thought I was
silly. Even the private candidates gave me 'that look'.
And so, I did not enjoy any marvelous occasion, but at least
I enjoyed karaoke-ing with my parents! We turned our volume
to high gear, and sang like there is no judgement day.
Hilarious antics done by my parents too. It had managed to
drain away my fears of the practical mis-steaks.
I hope my spectacles are done by tomorrow. I need them urgently.
(Sorry. I just could not help it. I need to share my distress to
the world. So I blogged.)
GOGOGO ILYANA!
YOU CAN DO IT!
DO THIS FOR YOURSELF, AND YOUR PARENTS.
AND...
How am I supposed to concentrate when all I think about is, him?
Help, much?
(pleaseplease make this my supersuper lastlast entry!)
Labels: Life Story.
I have tried farcical. Now what else?
