The Ripped Soul

Nationals suck. National exams, i mean. You know, you can study SO hard for it, but the moment you get in there, in that Hall, in THAT seat, and see the paper.. its like, its there. Its what you've been waiting for - for the past 10 years - nearly all your life, and you'll just start freaking out. Its like, what you've studied for 10 years, all depends on that ONE paper. That single answer sheet.

I know I was freaking out. And it was for my EL paper. I suddenly found it SO hard just to complete within the given time. Hell, I didn't even have time for planning! Time limits are THAT bad, or so, in my opinion.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much.

I know that when I sat for the EL paper just now, not to say it was hard.. but its like, when I wanted to write the story for paper 1, I was gone. I didn't know what to write. No idea up there whatsoever. Can you believe that? And I just wrote and wrote and wrote. I didn't even have time to re-read the bullshit I wrote AGAIN.

I've got information that SOMEONE didn't do section B. TOTALLY. The guy is SO attempting suicide. English is the most important right here. For N's. And he didn't do section B. Like, wassup? Tsk.

Past few days have been.. rotten at first, but it got cooler eventually. I hung out with my mom on Sunday, after heading to the museum. Went towning with her, she got me quite a coupla stuff. Like the Billabong lanyard I wanted for my phone? Or the sushi and marks and spencer cookies that I've been whining about for months? Or the 77th Street Get a Life membership card that I've been dying to get ever since my best friend and elder brother showed em off? Or the guitars picks I've been eyeing on for weeks?

AAAANNND. She promised to talk to my Uncle about my guitar lessons. HAHAHA. He's coming down on Wednesday [when i have NO school] to check out the guitar my mom has [its bloody old.. like 25 years old or something] and see if the strings need to be fixed. Other than that, I'm all set and ready to go. Basics and all. WOOHOO!

Oh yeah.. I met this guy at YAMAHA .. his name is Mr Beez. Awesome fellow! He was showing me which guitar is good and all. The Guitar Specialist ; truly, he really is. He even played some spanish tunes and some rock tunes as a demo. MYGOD.

And I got his name card! Tra la la... I'm real honoured, I'll tell you that. I didn't even buy anything at YAMAHA. All I got was the picks. And I clearly showed an interest in his playing. And I got his name card! Sweet.

Alright. Enough bragging.

Oh, and on a side note: You know that I haven't been going to school for the past 2 days right? Thursday and Friday? Well, guess what? My good friends in class told me a lil something bout those who know of The Blog. They were saying in class to the kids:

"Don't let anything affect you okay? Don't commit suicide, okay? "
"You know, about the blog article? Yeah.. someone wrote some nasty stuff about me."

HAHA. Am I already having a reputation in the school for flaming teachers on blogs? Believe me, I'm laughing. If not for the newspaper showing about the blog article and students flaming teachers, I don't think they'll be talking to the rest of the school about it.

And I, personally, honestly, do not believe that .. I'm the only one who flame teachers. There're others too, surely. Psssst. They're just hiding.

Sigh. Maths 1 and geography tomorrow. Believe it or not, I haven't touched a page in my book yet. Jesus Christ.