5 Hours And Counting
As I type this it's almost going to be 9 o' clock. In about 5 hours or so, I'm going to take one last Literature exam, and I'll be free. For two whole months. FREE.
George Michael/Hady Mirza: FREEDOM! FREEDOM! My freeee-eedom...you gotta do what you saaaay...
Let's go over them. Xue will know this part, because I practically SMSed her every single day for every single exam. I hope my phone bill's okay.
Let's see...Econs was alright lah. I could draw graphs for a few questions although I didn't know how to complete one or two.
Lit poem was one of the freakiest things I ever encountered. I'm going to go back in time and murder Seamus Heaney. Everyone had different interpretations man. I thought the couple liked each other but couldn't say it (which reminds me of something). Oh well, whatever, nevermind. (With apologies to Kurt Cobain)
Great Ex, I'm just relieved I don't have to read about Pip and Magwitch and Estella and Ms Bloody Havisham for at least a year.
Maths was hilarious. Didn't pay attention in class for the whole year, studied like mad with Jeffrey's help in the last week. When the exam rolled around I could answer about half the questions. There was this one where they asked you to find the value of 'a' and I had naturally no clue what a was. So I wrote 'the value of 'a' lies somewhere between negative infinity and infinity.'
I hope KKK doesn't kill me.
History was fiendish, but I found enough time, unlike poor Lionel. I hope I didn't misinterpret the hell out of my source-based, everyone said something different. The essays were alright, but I think I repeated my points a little in question 4 and 5. Well of course, they involved my pal Gorbachev. I had no choice.
One more, one more and I am done. I will set into motion my plans and return next year a new man. No one will recognise me. That I guarantee. I'm really going to do it this year. If I don't do it now, I never will.
(I just thought I'd mention I'm going to name my other son Kennedy. Really. Rafael, Kennedy, and my daughter will be Gabrielle. No negotiations. That's what their names are gonna be.)
Finn Solomon 8:53 AM
PROFILE
Sulaiman Daud a.k.a. Finn Solomon a.k.a. Dark Solomon, emo boy.
Liverpool FC die-hard. Rafael Benitez is my master.
Arts Student of Tampines College
Fortunate member of the best academic class in Singapore- 06A05
Reporter for the TODAY Newspaper
Fairly liberal Muslim
Technophobe
Quite possibly the biggest Stephen King/Terry Pratchett fanatic in the world
Lover of classic rock- The Beatles, Guns N' Roses, The Who, Led Zeppelin and AC/DCtag
Gemini- This might explain the days when I am insufferably moody. And also the days when I am wildly optimistic.
Dragon- The Chinese Zodiac is intriguingly accurate in its assessment of my character.
Shares a special bond with a special girl from Texas, an amazing woman in Madrid, the erudite psycho of Tampines, an amusing Egyptian and the classy rock lady in Canada, a great friend from the Phillipines, a lovely lass from Venezuela, another one in Sheffield, and the coolest of dudes from Miami, Minnesota and London.
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