That's how I celebrate my final day of examinations - yelling my head off in excruciating pain, because every time I gabble at high speeds, accidentally punch myself at the jaw (don't laugh, it happened - TWICE), or when I'm stuffing my mouth full with delicious sotong, I accidentally bite this infernal ulcer I have at the inside of my bottom lip. Painful. As if having two ulcers at the top and bottom of my tongue isn't hard enough. This must be a sign. Maybe I talk too much?

....... NAAHHHHH.

These have been by far the weirdest examinations that I have ever had to go through, though it's not really the teachers or the papers so much as it is me. I have never been this lazy, and that's really saying something, because I'm usually pretty lazy. But this one really takes the cake. Maybe lazy isn't the right word: the correct word would be 'unprepared'. Usually I begin revising within two or three months before exams - this year it is a record ONE.

One week, that is.

I know! Crazy, right? And this is supposed to be the most important educational year of our young lives. But, I don't know, things just ended up this way. I've had so much to do and so much to study for that the beginning of the examinations just sneaked up on me. Though that's not truly a valid excuse (many were way more prepared than I am despite receiving the same amount of workload), it's really the best and only explanation that I can give. This mid-year examinations has really been a case of 'Wing it or Sink it' kinda thing for me. 

But still, it's too late to do anything about it now. It's done, whether I like it (I do like it) or not (I really like it). I have approximately one week to fully enjoy myself and milk out whatever fun I can get from it before I get my report card and receive the sentence that I so rightfully deserve. But until then...

Went to Geylang East Library with Zahira after school. It's a tradition: I always celebrate freedom with books. We couldn't help giggling and smiling as we entered. The place looked different than I remembered it to be: the places seemed cosier, the colours warmer. It maybe the red carpeting, or the new orange lighting, but I'd like to think that it's really just me.

Looking through the shelves for books to jump out at me, I felt a new feeling jump through me, one that I have never, EVER experienced in the presence of books : fear. All of  sudden, I felt lost. I have been away from the library, everything looked so strange and foreign to me. It was as if I had lost that special connection and familiarity that I had had with the written world all these years. Before, I could cruise through the shelves and skim the books on it with ease; now, I stand stock still, trying in panic to remember the names of my favourite authors.

Do I sound insane, to have felt so frantic? I felt insane, at that time. I had to take a deep breath and walk around slowly, trying to regain that sense of comfort and recognition. Then slowly, things started coming back to me. Books that I have read before jump out at me; I start to remember. In less than 5 minutes I have around 8 books in my arms.

I guess it's like getting back on a bicycle after not having cycled on it for such a long time. It's a little shaky at first, but soon you get back on track. It's true what they say: you never forget.