Trying to be too positive deceives me sometimes,
on the idea of reality.
Well,
after submitting my tok essay, extended essay, math exploration
and every single internal assessments given by IB,
I thought my life could be a bit more free
and I can certainly focus on my study.
Oh no,
nope. IB won't let you do it.
This is not A Level program where
studying is all that it takes.
I have. to. deal. with. oral!
If you wonder, why do I put more dots in my previous sentence,
well that's because I learned in Malay Literature,
that dots mean you're stressing on something.
Well. I. Am.
Malay oral was, I mean I liked it.
Malay unleashes the other side of me,
being deep and getting to be a more understanding person,
more sensitive towards my surrounding.
Yeah totally, I love it.
Believe me, I do!
It's just that if I would have more time,
it will be better.
English oral was, pretty chills!
It's more like you having a chit-chat with your teacher
at starbucks, and yet there chit-chat was more intellectual in a sense.
I liked it,
but I wished I could be less rustier, my brain just didn't function that well.
When your teachers increased their teaching speed, accelerated faster that
before, that's when you know IB exam is just so near, and you need to work hard!
I am feeling the heat now.
Do you feel it too?
#74Days
