Big day for the big O’s.

Alright kids I’m back. After what seemed like a decade of hand-written dear diaries and bits of song lyrics on half-torn Math papers, I’m finally back.

And as all of you know already, the O’s are fucking over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haha. Yeah alright, I’m sorry. But there is a story behind the last day of our O’level papers. Pull up a chair, maybe a mug of coffee, and read carefully. I need to mourn abit but it’s alright. I bet you’ve missed my writings long enough to read any of the dross I cook up(:

So it was a Tuesday, and a very fine, Tuesday as we have it. The morning was cold and the air smelt of what I like to relate to as freedom, but it could have just been the next door neighbour’s curry. Anyway, Pei Shan had thoned the night up with me, together with Jia Jia and Zhen Wei, though the last two had gone home for a bit of sleep while the both of us dozed off on my sofas with intermitten jerks of uneasiness.

It was our last paper.

Sounds grand, doesn’t it?

Oh, but it was. Before and during the paper, at least.

I won’t say it was easy, lest I jinx it all (I’ve got the uncanny ability to do that) but you get my idea(: We finished the paper in an hour and I’d gotten Pei Shan’s scissors ready (yeah, I’d stupidly laminated my entry proof because I knew I’d be hot during the science practicals and I needed something to fan myself with) to cut up my EP but something didn’t feel right.

Oh don’t ask me what; it’s woman’s intuition.

Anyway, we walked out of the examination hall and the lack of drama was disappointing. No one whooped, no one cried, no one shouted – in fact, it was infuriating.

What followed next was Doris calling us down for a class meeting so yeah alright, we complied and stood around aimlessly, contributing reluctantly when probed.

The mood was gone, needless to say. There was something in the air – like a rotting cow or something. Everyone was somewhat grumpy, and what with Shahrul constantly kicking at my shoes and that annoying bitch wailing about how the 7 of them had something on the 20th. Christ, it didn’t help that she was right in my ear crying plaintively in her usual attention-sucking way.

And I was still holding the scissors and my uncut EP.

It was depressing.

We knew the O’s were over, we knew we didn’t have to do shiznit no more, and we knew we weren’t going to see each other until December or late February, even.

So why weren’t we doing anything about it?

Well alright, no use grimmacing about something long past. And it wasn’t the story you had hoped to hear, now is it?

It’s alright, there’ll be happy, chirpy stories after this post. I’ve been doing … stuff after my O’s and even one week before my last paper. Will update, I promise.

Till then, listen to Oasis’s ‘The Importance of Being Idle’. I’ve fallen in love (yet again) with the song after experiencing nostalgia over the past few days.

Cheers(: