The End of PMR.

One could only fantasize about how much I and probably the rest of all the other Form 3's have awaited for this day. 17th October. Finally, PMR is over!

Well, in truth, I don't feel very different. In fact, I feel like crap. But I shall not delve into the matter.

Upon leaving the hall, squeals and roars of "PMR FINISH LIAO!!!" rang around the landing of the first flight of stairs from the exam hall, where the feeling of "freedom" finally sank in. As did I, upon reaching the classroom, screaming of sheer joy. Yeap, a few moments of joy and relief.

Then, we got changed and we, the 417, save for two of us, + Yuken and Junshern and Hangyu, the Ah Mah gang minus Quinnie, did what we did best. Go hyper and take LRT to KLCC. Haha, the utmost RETARDED things we do in the LRT car. It's no wonder society thinks so lowly of teenagers. Not that we cared.

After ATTEMPTING to scare people with Stan's ghost ringtone, failing quite miserably, we reached KLCC and watched Eagle Eye. The movie... OK lah. Predictable storyline but entertaining lah. Shia Labeouf, or however you spell it, was quite good. Haha still kinda reminiscent of his early stint in "Even Stevens". I think it was that show. Ya.

Anyway, after that, we went to the Food Court, due to the kiam-siap-ness of most of my gang, me included. Er, quite embaressing conversations took place. =P Of which I shall not mention.
Then, most of the guys went off to lepak. EXTREMELY sien. We should have gone to Petrosains for two danger-filled hours.

Anyway, then we squeezed like 11 people, excluding Xy's mum, into the Innova! We should be inducted into the Malaysian Book of Records. Not for the "Most Jakun People in One Innova", but for the "Most Noise in One Innova". Imagine the horror of the only two girls who sat in front, hearing all our... disturbing crap.

Reached Rong's house for training half an hour late. LUCKILY the coach wasn't in a foul mood, otherwise, we DIE. Well, we almost did eventually. PMR sucked away all of our stamina. Well, mine anyway. I wanted to die halfway through. Had HORRIBLE cramps halfway through, thus playing like shit.

Reached home at about 10, without dinner. The last time I ate was at like 1.30. VERY hungry. Had dinner, guitar-ed for awhile, did something I think was the right thing to do, and am now blogging.

Though today should have been FREAKIN hyper, it really kinda felt empty. A day NORMALLY filled with fun and craziness, I spent half of it just stoning and thinking about how incredibly wrong things turned out. No doubt, my friends helped take my mind off it, but it endlessly poked at my conscience, making me realize just how deep I am in this whole affair.

Why can't things just turn out the way that they're planned to? They never seem to.

Destiny shouldn't be preordained, but shaped by one's own hands, be it be shaped for the better or for worse.

Zyang.