
Actually, there are many meanings to my title. 'The End'. Well, sure enough, my exams have officially ended, with oral the only examination left in the way, even though I wouldn't suppose oral is a crucial subject that students even study or work hard for- due to one simple fact, there is nothing you can do for it. Orals are all about self-confidence. Articulation. Fluency. Cerebral brains, if you might call it. It is actually a relatively demanding process, in which of course, as everyone knows, getting full marks is purely impossible. Teachers always like to pick on you a bit here, and a bit over there.
Tomorrow, my oral examiner would not be one I would be entirely pleased to get. After all, to have a disciplinary teacher, staring at you, and one who is known to have quite the acid tongue (sarcastically-wise), I wouldn't even lift my spirits up and embrace tomorrow with wide arms. In fact, I'm trying to keep my emotions at an equilibrium, so that it would not affect my performance tomorrow. I have told myself to just think of it as Ms Rina asking me to record my picture discussion once again, and just go in there, and talk. Talk about something. Talk about anything. Just talk. Even if at the end the examiner is most likely going to warn me against speaking so much, I shouldn't even bother- my mouth is for me to control.
Throughout the whole SA2 exam period, I tried to give it my all. Honestly I would say I am not going to pass everything with flying colors, well maybe it would be more correct to say that I was going to FAIL with flying colors. Both my Maths exams were horribly done. They were the only ones that kept my smile lingering. My queer, inexplicable smile.
That smile of mine is a mixture of various feelings. Self-hatred. Cold humor.
It's all thanks to my easy-going, positive mindset. And the habitual action of mine to always smile- because I think everyday is a great and beautiful day. It just warms my heart up and I become unreasonably elated.
No matter what, I keep telling myself to give myself that kind of hope, to have that kind of trust in myself, that I was at least, definitely, going to pass THREE subjects. Probably to many of you, you might be shocked, but with a person being both weak in Maths and Sciences, in an education system that puts so much focus into Maths and Sciences, obviously, without me even saying, you know I'm at a serious disadvantage. That was like in bowling- a full strike. 5 subjects can all crash down.
However, I am still going to believe. Because without belief, it's giving up. On yourself. If even you are not even going to believe, then there is basically no hope. It's the worst sin.
Secondly, 'The End' marks the end of one of my many favourite animes, Katekyo Hitman Reborn. True, Katekyo was definitely a highly enjoyable series with amiable, affable characters who always seem to charm you no matter what they might actually be doing. Great characterization and good development of plot, though I would say there was definitely room for improvement. Artland has done a marvellous job in animating the series, and I feel much indebted to them to always having kept up a good standard of animation, unlike most other anime companies who always seem intent on cutting down costs on the animation so as to make more profits for themselves.
There are lots of things that I would miss. Firstly, Hibari. Secondly, Mukuro. Thirdly, PRIMO. I mean, hell yeah, they are ALL HOT. God damn. I love Primo the most, then Mukuro then Hibari. Primo just has all that sexy golden hair and that super awesome gloves that I have always admired of Tsuna's... Damn he makes my day everytime. In the episodes 180 onwards, one would find his picture with the 1st Vongola Family, and Primo is holding his hand out.
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~
Basically my fan-girl life revolves around one thing, hot guys, hot guys and hot guys.
Evidence:
Started off with a super KAWAII Jong Hun selca that blows my mind away. 8D