Just a couple of hours ago, I got home from the MUET exams. Graded from 1 to 10, I rather play safe for rating myself as 5. The reading comprehension was o...key laa, I was able to enjoy myself in writing part but the listening... Hmm.. It was a full of agony half an hour in my life. The thing was, the audio speakers were placed outside of the classroom and all I could hear were conversations between two persons who had chocked by the microphones.
I could hear the "Huh.." the slammed and tapped on the desks, the "Hish..".. all from the candidates. We paid RM60 only to be served with 'donkey'-kind of facilities. At that time, I thought the head of the invigilator would kindly say " Ehem..I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We start again from part 1." FUCK! All he just said " Mmm.. Sayo ucak sabas untok peperiksaan hari ini. Kito bedo'o semugo anda mendapak band tertinggi." If he ever had a head, or at least an ear, he could make that happen. He could make us all get band 6. If he is concerned. But he is not! Got back home and got lectured by my mom for not bold enough to face the invigilator , BLA BLA BLA... I was so fucked up, Damn Darn!
Tonight I'll be heading back to Shah Alam. First thing on my mind is my car, my baby Vi. I'd try everything to conceal the scratches. My mom will b coming on 30th, so got to finish off the scratches and paint it back before that. And concept papers. And final exam which are on 26th,28th and 30th. MUET again on 10th. Ughhh.. That's why I keep saying I'm so fucked up!
DAMN!
Dearly by,
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