Time To Burn Some Notes.

Let us all rejoice for the fact that my mid-term examination period of almost officially over—and when I say this, it means that it isn’t over just yet—the stupid Basic English 2 mid-term examination is on Monday. I hate that freaking subject anyway. I am off to celebrate my short freedom as for now.

Take a look at my Public Relations’ notes—I mean, like seriously. I have been studying hard since Friday and today when I answered it earlier, I have almost zero confidence in passing this paper. There was almost an hour of pure blankness moment that has gotten inside of me. I was literally just staring at the questions and thought, what the f*ck is wrong with these questions. I got to burn those useless notes. The Public Relations’ paper is just too damn hard—period.

Honestly, I have to say that I studied the hardest for Introduction to Journalism paper on last Wednesday. The reason could have been because Introduction to Journalism is indeed my favorite class among the five subjects I am taking currently. I made plenty of clean and neat notes for this one subject—in hope to ace it wonderfully. Seniors already reminded us that that paper was supposed to be hard and it was. You don’t expect our lecturer—no matter how playful he could get when we tease him during classes—to actually go easy on us, right?

Contemporary Business—this is one of the subjects that I am ready to watch my grade go down the drain instantly. I was freaking screwed up for this particular subject. I thought the exam was on Thursday when the fact that it was on Wednesday. My notes are hell of a mess and I needed to run back home to get everything for the f*cking examination. I was like—what the hell—I didn’t even finish revising my notes. Even if I did, I didn’t understand anything. By the end of the day, I finished college at 8.00 p.m. and got damn sick for this horrible paper. God helps me; don’t let me fail this paper.

As for Media Studies’ paper; well, it wasn’t really that easy and it was quite tough. I admitted there was several pauses in between some questions that made me raised my eyebrow in surprise. I mean, come on—lecturers are supposed to help the students, not making our lives miserable. I am praying hard that I could ace this paper as well. Crossing my fingers; please let me ace this paper.

On Monday will be my last paper—Basic English 2. Congratulation to me because I am still not taking this paper seriously no matter how important this subject is. How can I concentrate on English paper when I hate that class to the max? The whole class—including the lecturer (I am so sorry)—deserved to be flush down the toilet. Except for my two best friends and me of course. But still, I want to ace this paper, just so that I could raise the GPA points for this mid-term.

Oh my God, does anyone else except for me watched last night’s opening ceremony of the Asian Game? It was absolutely amazing—I mean, it was on an island in Guangzhou and oh my god, there was water everywhere and everything was so amazingly perfect. I am stunned, sitting there like a rock with my eyes on the screen of the TV. It was the best opening ceremony I ever watched. Even watching Malaysian athletes came out with our nation’s flag made me fell so damn proud.

On darker note—this course is making me spend more money than ever. With an event coming up, and an award ceremony to attend next week (I will be blogging about this later), I am spending half of my allowance on clothes and whatsoever. I am paying constant visit to the shopping mall nearby our college and this is an awful sign of a possible empty purse. No, I don’t want to suffer poverty in any means. This is not a good sign. Thankfully, I have bought the studded blazer earlier and now, I am off to find a pair of baju kurung and something to wear underneath the blazer. Oh good, I need more money. If only my dad will give me more allowance, life would be wonderful. But come to think about that, if I have a rich boyfriend who has hundred percent resemblances to Song Seunghyun or Josh Harnett to buy me whatsoever I want, life would be even ten thousand times more wonderful.