When my alarm blast through the air this morning, I did not even stir from the annoyance basically because I was too tired. However, when I finally muster enough energy to peek at the screen, it was a message from Adeline that she says she is too tired and is not going back to Secondary School today.

Subconsciously, I also made the same decision as her.

I slept at 3a.m. this morning and I just couldn’t pick myself up at 9. I struggled with the simplest task such as messaging the rest to let them know it’s all cancelled.

Perhaps we shall go back some other time… and I know it wouldn’t be any time soon.

Do you still remember Yvonne and I suggested a simple lunch out there as a class before June? That plan hadn’t even take-off. We’ll wait until either one of us mustered enough motivation to properly coordinate one.

In the meanwhile; own time, own target.

Until… further delays and then we will bring our kids, wife and husbands along to have a lunch 10 years overdue and that ‘O’ level certificate that was supposed to be collected 11 years ago.

“Not forgetting all my aides who had selflessly invested all their time and effort to ensure me a position at where I am today, Happy Teachers’ Day!”

If I were to give an impulse answer to ‘When was the happiest day of your life thus far?,’ my answer is TODAY.

Before I started my tertiary education, I always hear comments from older friends, teachers, parents, relatives that polytechnic life is so much bliss that I am going to enjoy it wholly. But let me tell you young kids out there that this is a lie. ALL LIES!!!

They cheated the feelings out of me.

Had I died while going through three days consecutive of examinations, I would have beseeched God to stop watching Lord of the Ring, the Return of the King and do Return of the Great Flood this instance. And then you guys can get the totally-retarded Universal Picture’s Evan Almighty to build an Ark and crash it into Nanyang Polytechnic Examinations Office.

Ever since last Thursday, I had almost buried myself alive under that ton of obnoxious lecture notes. My days seemed to be revolving around an 8 hours clock instead of 24. If those were easy papers I was dealing with, I shall rest my case.

But however so, the polytechnic thought that it is doing well to mankind my scheduling three difficult papers consecutively. The first examination tested us on the essentials of technology followed by essentials of marketing and finally, today, accounting fundamentals.

So ‘essential’ and ‘fundamental’ that we struggled like three year olds doing hypothesis testing.

And if you wonder what Hypothesis Testing is, it is actually mathematics that we will ultimately be facing next semester under Statistic module. And I heard it ain’t easy. Don’t get me started on Marketing or it will take you five light-years to reach the finally punctuation of this blog entry… and… also accounting which annoyed me for the first time.

I am so glad all these bloody shit is over until next semester.

Yet on the other hand, life WOULD have been blissful over here at polytechnic if it wasn’t for these fucking examinations that I think is a form of judgment towards our learning capabilities, as a whole, without making rooms for individual needs.

That judgment time will come 17 September.

To everyone who had the same fate as me: Happy holidays, for now!

“…Besides, I would have wholly enjoyed my days with classmates had a person not spilled a life of huge black-marker stain on the picture. I know it is mean… but seriously, I think no creature so retarded had ever walked this surface of the planet. You shock the balls out of my life, and the lives of many out there.”