Senin, 23 Februari 2009

Positive side of a torture

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I yawned and yawned to resist from getting back to sleep. Okay, in the next one hour I have to find a way to get this bundle of stuff inside my head. Exhausted, I sat on the edge of my bed, gave my self a pampering 5 minutes to saturate everything.

An unexpected phonecall distracted me a little, but its morning greetings and the best of luck has magically recharged my energy to a higher level. All the way from home to the exam room, I was all smily.

They said it’s gonna be a black Monday. I found my self wearing turqoise blue, and only some people wore black outfit. So, apparently it’s not that black.

Melanie to Hung: “Hung, take off your jacket, and have an orange Monday.”

I cracked my self hard. Gustavo, who sit next to me, smiled and said, “You look very relax.”

I smiled back, “When it comes to an exam, first thing you have to do is have faith and be confidence. The next thing is laugh as much as you can.”

He nodded, couldn’t agree more, probably that’s what he mean.

3 hours of endurance and critical analysis, I’ve never seen my self as focus as that. I could feel something inside my head crumpled and that sounds like Apple Crumble tart which tasted so good.

At 12 that a gorgeous guy asked me, “How was that?”

“That was fun.”


Sure, being asked by a gorgeous guy, what else could I say except something good and positive?

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