Mug Up

Boy, i hope so.

I can already picture it now; no more books, ginormous piles of homework or infuriating teachers. The vacant days are filled with shopping, working out, having fun and all the crazy things i wanna do. I have the days all to myself with no one to tell me to "move your ass and revise some bloody chapters you lethargic bamboozle!".

Well okay, maybe nobody ever said those despicable words to me, but they were close, HAHA.

There was school today because the unreasonable school authority wants to reinstate every bloody holiday that we students have so that we won't miss out or hurry our lessons. And so, like every punctilious being out there, i went to school. And just as i suspected, we didn't really had to hurry our lessons. We did however, finished all the Biology syllabus and i yelped like a pruny old woman who had never seen a smoking pregnant lady before. Okay, i'm exaggerating but still i was happy. But then i remembered that meant that SPM is coming nearer and i almost died on the spot. Oh, now i have to revise a lot.

I really wish that i'm one of those people who had already apprehend the fact that this really gigantic exam is gonna determine where i stand in this community, and what i'm gonna do in my life.

Hmm, but i guess i haven't quite pick it up yet. Proof; i'm writing on this blog and i'm not even thinking about studying ONCE.

I guess it's because i can't wait for SPM to be over but i'm not doing anything about it. And if i focus hard enough, time flies by so fast that just by the blink of an eye, SPM is no more and i'm stuck with days left unfilled. Being a student, it is quite demanding and gruelling; you don't have time for anything else and you're completely devoting yourself to this particular examination. And if you failed to live up to your and everybody's expectations, you find yourself not worth living. You tried so hard, but is it still worth it if you fell short of succeeding? I'm in a state where i am utterly lost and flummoxed.

I think i can make it, God willing. I can't freaking wait till the last word i ever wrote on that final SPM paper to be a distant memory in my head.