drifting off into the candlelight.
it's over.
Other than a very close shave which almost gave me a heart attack before paper 1 began, everything went alright, not very well, but alright.
The close shave which I repeat, I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO EVER EXPERIENCE EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE --------------
In the bloody morning at 7.45 am FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE THE PAPER BEGAN, as everyone began to troop solemnly into the hall (as though we were all awaiting our death, really) I realised that in my haste yesterday night, I grabbed the CONFIRMATION SLIP instead of the damn ENTRY PROOF and stuffed it into my bag. So imagine my absolute horror to find myself with no entry proof. My heart literally sank when Tat told me that the slip I had wasn't the entry proof. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, "oh god oh god why why why did this have to happen" ran through my mind simultaneously as so did "shit shit I can't take the exam I'm gonna have to be the only loser who doesn't take the o' level, oh shit my life is over" . The worst scariest I freaking swear moment ever. Had to run all the way down to the general office to photocopy my entry proof, before rushing back up to the hall, and unglamly brisk walking to my table which was all the way at the front of the hall. All out of breath, perspiring like crazy, my face flushed, but I was just in time for the paper. So the drama man.
I love sitting all the way up at front (despite having had to take the long walk down the aisle with a hundred pair of eyes fixated on me in the morning, "oh that latecomer!" ) Observing the invigilators collect and count the exam papers is somewhat intriguing, I like looking at them when they're all up on stage, with their backs facing everyone, all of them lined up, decked out in different outfits. I love seeing the way their fingers swiftly skim through the thick pile of scripts, the way they act so professionally yet who knows what they may be thinking, "I hope the girls do well, tkgians are awesome" . And I think it's really cool how some teachers don't look like teachers at all - there was the business woman wannabe, and the young one that looked like a caricature, like she just fell out of a japanese comic book with her school girlish skirt and preppy white shoes, and there was the stony faced one dressed casually in a plain tee and old faded grey jeans, like she was going to Starbucks. It really allowed me to kill time while waiting for dismissal.
Both papers were pretty tough! But I'm ecstatic now, really glad I'm finally free to do whatever I want.
After the exam, went to icc with rachel and shermaine, then caught my girlfriend is an agent at cathay. My first ever non-english speaking show at the cinema, I didn't even catch those stupid crass Jack Neo movies (I am strongly against all those brainless I Not Stupid ones) Anyway. The show was surprisingly really good! Bloody funny, laughed my socks off the whole time. One of those feel good light-hearted comedies that just puts a smile on your face. Korean is a fascinating language, I love the way korean just rolls off their tongues. I compare it to speaking animated french mixed with a somewhat oriental vibe. Weird comparison yes.
Then rachel and I went on a mad cheapo shopping spree at Daiso, nearly bought the entire shop. But due to shortage of cash and gradual developing guilt caused by impulsiveness, we decided to not be extravagant (my god, it's DAISO!) and managed to sacrifice various unnecessary items to ensure the survival of future shopping, lest we end up broke and sad.
Shopping at daiso = cheap thrills.
Other than a very close shave which almost gave me a heart attack before paper 1 began, everything went alright, not very well, but alright.
The close shave which I repeat, I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO EVER EXPERIENCE EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE --------------
In the bloody morning at 7.45 am FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE THE PAPER BEGAN, as everyone began to troop solemnly into the hall (as though we were all awaiting our death, really) I realised that in my haste yesterday night, I grabbed the CONFIRMATION SLIP instead of the damn ENTRY PROOF and stuffed it into my bag. So imagine my absolute horror to find myself with no entry proof. My heart literally sank when Tat told me that the slip I had wasn't the entry proof. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, "oh god oh god why why why did this have to happen" ran through my mind simultaneously as so did "shit shit I can't take the exam I'm gonna have to be the only loser who doesn't take the o' level, oh shit my life is over" . The worst scariest I freaking swear moment ever. Had to run all the way down to the general office to photocopy my entry proof, before rushing back up to the hall, and unglamly brisk walking to my table which was all the way at the front of the hall. All out of breath, perspiring like crazy, my face flushed, but I was just in time for the paper. So the drama man.
I love sitting all the way up at front (despite having had to take the long walk down the aisle with a hundred pair of eyes fixated on me in the morning, "oh that latecomer!" ) Observing the invigilators collect and count the exam papers is somewhat intriguing, I like looking at them when they're all up on stage, with their backs facing everyone, all of them lined up, decked out in different outfits. I love seeing the way their fingers swiftly skim through the thick pile of scripts, the way they act so professionally yet who knows what they may be thinking, "I hope the girls do well, tkgians are awesome" . And I think it's really cool how some teachers don't look like teachers at all - there was the business woman wannabe, and the young one that looked like a caricature, like she just fell out of a japanese comic book with her school girlish skirt and preppy white shoes, and there was the stony faced one dressed casually in a plain tee and old faded grey jeans, like she was going to Starbucks. It really allowed me to kill time while waiting for dismissal.
Both papers were pretty tough! But I'm ecstatic now, really glad I'm finally free to do whatever I want.
After the exam, went to icc with rachel and shermaine, then caught my girlfriend is an agent at cathay. My first ever non-english speaking show at the cinema, I didn't even catch those stupid crass Jack Neo movies (I am strongly against all those brainless I Not Stupid ones) Anyway. The show was surprisingly really good! Bloody funny, laughed my socks off the whole time. One of those feel good light-hearted comedies that just puts a smile on your face. Korean is a fascinating language, I love the way korean just rolls off their tongues. I compare it to speaking animated french mixed with a somewhat oriental vibe. Weird comparison yes.
Then rachel and I went on a mad cheapo shopping spree at Daiso, nearly bought the entire shop. But due to shortage of cash and gradual developing guilt caused by impulsiveness, we decided to not be extravagant (my god, it's DAISO!) and managed to sacrifice various unnecessary items to ensure the survival of future shopping, lest we end up broke and sad.
Shopping at daiso = cheap thrills.
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