a draft of whisky, and Robinson Crusoe

Yeah, if I were Gabriel Betteredge, that would work just fine. I couldn't sleep at all last night. Probably worried about today's paper. Thinking of hirose koumi - groovy! So I got up, and read Oscar Wilde's The Moonstone. It's not bad a book. I'm close to finishing Gabriel Betteredge's narrative. He's such an interesting character, I can easily understand why Sergeant Cuff took an instant liking to him. And I like Sergeant Cuff myself. Always arguing to the gardener about roses.

goddess, take me now, it's as good a time as any other.

I'm so exhausted. BM papers 1 and 2 in one day is really a killer. A murderer, a convicted felon that never should have set its eyes on the sun.

At eight am, everything was still fine. At ten am, sanity is fading. It's a struggle just to keep alive at that moment. Just finished bm paper 1, so me and ai-chan went to get some milk. =D Feel somewhat more refreshed. Then back at eleven am to sit for history paper 1. Tricky, tricky, tricky, that paper was. At half-past twelve noon went to pizza hut at ttdi for lunch. It looks like a professional restaurant now, and no, I can't say the same for the service. Everytime you'd like a waiter to attend to you they're all looking in another direction, gossiping on the phone or just plain mia. Proves very much so that you can't judge a book by its cover, let alone a restaurant.

Then back for the last paper of the day, bm paper 2. During the first hour, it was so hot and humid I felt sticky and uncomfy sitting for the exam. The fan's cooling effect out of reach, I could only pray for wind and rain. Whaddya know, "orang mengantuk disorongkan bantal". Soon after it started raining.

The worst part was that I dwindled time away writing the summary, leaving my literature section to the birds and the bees. Of course, like training has taught me, to answer every damn question so that I can scrape off what marks I can. Which left me finishing the paper 2 minutes before time. Tense, pressured against time, sticky skin, painful wrist, pressing the pencil too hard (I'm just glad I didn't break it in half, just gave the ghost finger more pain) is not a desirable sensation at any time. Which brings me to say this; I'm relieved that I'm relieved of this subject. I don't think I'll be seeing it for a looooong time.