Thursday, October 20, 2005
I can feel the collision.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about, it's about the 'O'-Levels...if you guessed wrong, slap yourself in the face.
Only progressing in English...and that's because they keep giving comprehensions to us. For the other subjects, I just don't know whether those preliminary papers from other schools are set to kill people. Well, it's killing me. I might as well go back to TYS, because that's the standard...correct me if I am wrong. Speaking of correction, if the font here is not Tahoma Size 10, please inform me...by mail(e-mail, that is) or by this stupid blue green thingy page.
I've never felt so weird before. It's like jumping off the bridge over a river when you want to die and halfway down you suddenly feel like swimming. You are prepared for something but in the wrong way. Sometimes I feel like kicking myself in the back, but I can't. Sometimes I feel like throwing the computer screen out of my house to study properly, but I can't. Sometimes I feel like dumping all my EE stuff, but I can't. Because if I do, I'm throwing away all my alternatives. Then I'll be stuck in the middle of the North Pole, freezing while ultraviolet rays still melt the shrinking ice around me. I'll then die from skin cancer of drowning than freezing. It's like expecting something that is not that expected but it was expected at first. I'm sorry if it's confusing because that's how it is. Even I'm confused. I stare into brownian motions. It's like, no power can save me now, except the best power of the Miracle. The only power that can save me now. The moon of Miracle. Not even the power of DiViNE EViL. It has left me. Temporarily or permanently, I don't know. It has just left me.
Left me in the state of Nevilinity.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
The most pro-exam
Firstly, it was a music examination, and there were only 8 of us, so we took it in the music room, with each candidate sitting apart from each other in a 4X2 manner. Our music teacher had written a whole chunk of notes that filled the board several metres wide a few weeks before the exam, but the invigilator(another music teacher) didn't seem to notice. So we started the exam with the notes. AND finished with them still on the board.
Secondly, the invigilator was READING the notes halfway through the exam. He was just staring at the board...the walked up to it. I thought he realized his mistake. BUT no, he went behind and fiddled around with some of his note chimes or bells or something like that. We just didn't know what he was doing.
Thirdly. There was this air-con in the music room that produced a 'clak-clak' noise everytime we switched it on, so we didn't. The air-cons were those that were flat and on the ceiling, like a square. Soon after halfway of the paper somebody knocked on the door. It was somebody but we couldn't see who as the invigilator spoke to him. Then we saw it was somebody to fix the air-con. If it was our music teacher he would have chased them out. BUT no, instead, the invigilator pointed to the spoilt aircon and welcomed them in.
What was worse, the air-con was above my head at that time.
I was asked to move by the invigilator. I couldn't believe it. Was that an examination or not? More like a joke test. That's why it's the most pro exam I've ever had.
AND honestly, I wouldn't want anymore of this. Well, unless the notes are formulae, because the Music notes didn't help me much. I knew most of them anyways, but sometimes a bit of help is good. haha.