Monday.

Everyone's had their Chinese O Levels already. The difference between them and I? Well, I took mine last year while they have just taken it. I got an A2.
I practiced Oral today; the stupid test is tomorrow. It seems as though I am facing a rather sticky issue of "tongue-tiedness". It is already irritating it is that you have to think and go through your head in 10 minutes what to say, it is even more vexing when your mind's an utter blank. And I really mean blank.
I could hardly spit out the first sentence to set the gears moving. I tell you, I am so dead for tomorrow's Picture Conversation. I will more luck drawing the stupid picture out and then elaborating why I drew this stick man with his head on fire. I think the worst that could ever befall on a person during an examination is when panic and fear grips him and refuses to let go. It's like a dog who has sunken its fangs into your thighs. You desperately try to shake it off, but try as you might, you can never get rid of it. And even if you do, that dog has already bitten quite a bit of your thigh off. Ouch.
The day's pretty mundane.
I want the O Levels to end.
I want to be happy for a change.
Yup.