Hello, fellas! It’s been a while
since the last post because I was busy preparing the pre-examination, yes the shitloads we had to complete right
before the national examination begins which is, I don’t know, a few weeks
more? Screw it. So, over the two busy weeks we had 12 exams on each credit
and the last national try-out held by the school. We also had the practical
examination that’s been going on since February. No shit seriously, do we really have to run on some tests just to see
if we are qualified enough to graduate from high school? Seriously sir? The
last result of the third national try-out came out good, I was able to maintain
the rank on 5th. I didn’t get the chance to save the file, the rank
file, since my teacher didn’t want to share it with me, but don’t worry,
fellas, I will always have the ways to fetch my data. As I recall it correctly,
here are the following scores that I got on my third try-out;
There is still a way to fix all
of this and I’m sure I’ll work the shit out of me so I can stand on the podium
with a medal for achieving the first rank. Can I get an amen? Oh, yeah, keep motivating your shitty little
self and ending up with no studying because you’re too arrogant to even begin
with and you whatsoever have nothing to stand against your freaking genius
ex-girlfriend whose rank is always on first like what the hell. Keep trying,
you may gain a little number behind the dot uh-huh. And, in order to
dissolve the fog of the boredom, I managed to socialise with my classmates and
we decided to go to Sumber Maron (Maron’s Water Source).
It’s located a few kilometres
from our school, we reached it by 30 minutes by driving illegally because none of us has the freaking license, you see.
It’s such a good place to see, no crowd, just the flowing water from high to
low. We spent a few hours there to get tan lines and fatigue, but a couple of
iced tea were so relieving. I didn’t swim, as you see on the photo I made a
collage to, I literally just dipped myself so I could get wet and burned my
skin.
Oh, I wish I could sink somebody
and have a blast laughter of that.
You see, even if we had to settle
on this situation where we should be studying our asses off but we took the
time to calm our asses down, it just doesn’t feel like us. LOL, you see, it’s not that I felt guilty for cheating with times I
just didn’t really feel comfortable being around my classmates since, well,
they turned their back against me when I first stepped in and they, for no
solid reason, didn’t fucking talk to me like for months, then I beat their
pride by jumping from stepping stone to the third higher rank and they started
talking to me because they first thought I was NOT that capable like what the
fuck are you guys even human pfft.
I should smile more because it
suits me best. Yeah, an antagonist always
smiles when things work out like they plot. Or not, maybe it’s just me
trying to neutralise my feeling’s output so I didn’t look that uncomforted.
Yeah let’s give a few shots of
pictures to the bunch of people in white uniform trying to break loose from the
never-ending tasks and tests. Hello, rivals. I’m not keeping my guard down.
*clears throat*
*free the breath from the wind
sails*
*closes eyes and concentrates*
*fuck it I’m failing this yoga
pose*
*stops breathing and enters
another 2-dimensional room*
Yes, I’m getting to it. I can
feel the nature’s energy flows from my chest down to my torso, I can feel the
warm liquid going slow on the surface of my sphenoid’s bone. Oh shit I’m
sweating because none of this freaking method works except for Naruto. Hell was
a good time, though.
Because I’m good at realising whatever
that crossed my mind on my screen. Fuck people who said that my style is
unartistic and underrated. I do art to free the mind of mine and not to impress
your little capacity of head with a two-digit IQ to comprehend my aesthetic. F#@$
you.
If only I could swim, I would
jump and be a dolphin that fascinates my own self. Such a narcissistic.
Okay but that was just a half of
a meter though why would be acting nonchalantly?
That’s it. I’m done with
socialising today. I need to sort out my playlist to motivate me to study and
glorify myself. I’ve been heavily influenced with One Direction and I think I
am not even in love, at least, for two years. Because falling in love is so much worse than falling asleep, don’t
y’all think the same? And no, I
listen to One Direction because I want to keep this joyful feeling alive inside
my cold and hard exterior of heart whose soul has been dead for centuries.
