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Crazy week.

This week, I had my year end exam. It was quite stressful and crazy. To top it off, each day of my exam had its own horror story.

1st day

General Paper and Law Paper

On this day, I went to school early, thinking that if I'm early, I can slowly relax and take my time to have a great delicious breakfast in the canteen. Then, go for my exam without any rush.

Sadly, my stomach didn't agree with me. For some reason, I had a terrible stomach ache the moment I reached college. And then, the nearest toilets all seemed to be unavailable because it is the cleaning period. So I had to run all the way to another block to ease my stomach. 
The whole day, my stomach was giving me problems.

And on this day, I know that I screwed up on my General Paper. Law Paper? I don't know. Maybe I did screw it up. Maybe I didn't. We'll see.

2nd day

Economics Paper.
My stomach was still being crappy. During the exam, my stomach hurt so bad that I couldn't ignore it. I had to quickly ask for permission to leave the exam hall. Thank god, I still had enough time to finish my paper...sigh.

On this day, my parents received a letter from my college. Apparently, there's a thing called a Parent-Lecture Day. It's a day where your parents meet your lecturers and talk about you. So yea....apparently, my parents are going. sigh. Yea, I'm so dead.

3rd day

Accounting Paper.
This time, it wasn't my stomach. It was my bottle. Since it's an exam week, I took another bag (which was a sling bag) and took a smaller bottle so that it could fit in the bag. For some reason, the bottle leaked, making all my notes wet. ugh. Including my jacket. That means, I was really freezing in the exam hall because my jacket couldn't be used. 

Accounting wasn't too bad....but then again, you never know.

Last day.

Business Studies.
It was raining on this day. It was so damn freaking heavy that my shoes and socks were soaked. Can you imagine that my feet were wet and soaked the entire time? It sucked.

Business Studies was crap though because my lecturer purposely made the question paper hard because he wanted all the scholarship students to lose their scholarship. He's an evil lecturer that way. 

However, not all was bad on this day. My friends and I hung out after our exams ended. We went to a mall and just walked around. Surprisingly, we found quite a famous poet in the bookstore. My friends and I took a picture with him. Yes, it's was quite shocking. It was quite hard to even tell he was the famous poet because he wore a normal t-shirt and was just walking casually. He had a really messy beard though.


A few people who recognized him took pictures with him. After a while, he realised that people realized that he was here so he bolted. I don't know where he went but it was obvious we kinda annoyed him. I would have loved to talk more on poetry and literature with him but there were people who wanted to take pictures with him and I was just so bloody speechless at that moment. It was just so awesome to have met him!!!

Then, my friends went into a few shops and looked at some cool clothes. We also ate a pretty awesome cupcake~~!! 

This was the only good day of the week~~!!!

So yea, I had a real CRAZY week!!!


Happy "Sam" said…
Yeah !!!
You can do it !!

Pitty you ya ...
So many crazy things come !!
But GOD got eyes see !!
Don't worry !

Crazy make you stronger !!
hehe !!

Thank for your my birthday wish !~~
I also wish you happy and healthy like me !!

Add oil !! +U+U !!

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