Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The only thing I detest more than exams are those grueling, seemingly never ending weeks you go through getting back your results..

I doubt it’s anywhere near exaggeration to say that exams have an utterly ‘brilliant’ way of bringing out the worst in people. There’s no need to elaborate more on that.

I personally, have been having a particularly hard time dealing with things this time around. I know it doesn’t take very much to get me stressed up, pressured or worried for that matter. But it feels as though the magnitude of it all has been multiplied ten times more.

Okay, I think too much. That’s obvious.

The events on Thursday practically tore me apart. As I spent half an hour weeping my heart out, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be at home.

A simple message from a beloved friend turned my day around.

"Don't worry, don't be sad. To be or not to be, that is the question"

It may not have made much sense to another but I understood, and it meant the world to me.

Never have I been so grateful of holidays. It’s only for a week. Plus, I’ve got loads of studying to do. But, I've been yearning for a time off. Then again, who hasn't. I seriously need to be away from school for a while. The longer the better, but since clearly that isn’t quite possible, I’ll gladly take on those 9 days of so called solitude.

More minor exams after the PMR break. I suppose it will help us assess how prepared we are for SPM... Despite that, surprisingly, it doesn’t make me dislike the idea any less than I already do.