20 minutes before time was up, I was done. Looked around the hall like an idiot and wondering why the hell was I wearing unmatching socks to U.
Tried to count the ceiling tiles but remembered that I did that before in lectures. Instead I stared at one of the examination monitor, who was chewing gum like the lives of dolphins and starving children everywhere were depending on it.
I got really curious on the lifespan of that gum.
I turned to my left, and Mr Smarty Pants Guy wasn't scribling answers and his nose was actually more than 5 cm away from his paper.
Whoooa. I don't know what life's supposed to mean anymore.
My stomach grumbled, and I burped. Excuse me, it was not intentional. I haven't eaten anything decent for days. Nauseated all the time.
Hyperacidity, said the doctor.
And whenever I get too excited, I get asthmatic.
3 puffs a day, said the doctor again.
Oh well.
And what do you know, only 4 minutes had passed.
Time really is a cruel little ass.
Rested my head against the table behind me. I was tempted to take out my colors pencils and have fun on the question paper, but that's just pushing it too far.
Guess what?
My puny undernourished body lost a kilogram after a day of fever.
A kilogram of water and muscle, that is.
Water, mostly.
sigh. I still got fat. I mean, my butt is still...my butt and my round face is still round.
sighsigh.
Now what?
Recheck answer? No way I hate that. I wrote what I knew and that's that.
-_-;
I hate exams.
SPM, I blame you.
ika
Current mood: TIRED AS FUCK
Listening to: Dusk and Summer.
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