Yeap, I'm finally done for this week. All three papers for this week are done, finally! Unfortunately though, today's paper was not so good. It was quite terrible if I may say so myself. Not that what came out was unexpected, the issues which came out were exactly the ones which Sara predicted to be asked, but the demand of the questions were a bit much. Not to mention how crowded it was in Porchester Hall! The invigilator even ran into my table while she was too busy running to hand someone extra answer sheets. Yeah, that was a bit distracting, other than that, I was just so glad when it was time to hand our answers in. All I could think off at that time was that I need to quickly get the hell out of this place and buy something to eat or sit, or whatever. Porchester hall. WIll be coming back here a lot. Bishopgate Institute, my 1st exam venue where I got lost last Monday. Commuting all over London just to get to exam venues is something new to me, and frankly it is...
A couple of weeks ago my parents told me about my cousin who was diagnosed with a stage four cancer, this week they told me how my uncle having a heart attack. He was performing his umrah with his wife, accompanied by their son and wife. They’ve only just got to Madinah for a couple of days when the incident happened. And again, such a story humbles me. It makes you think, how is it can people get on with their lives worrying about getting a PS4 or whether Arsenal is able to regain their place at the top of the chart in the Premier League when there are people out there, real people who spend their nights with swollen eyes, worrying about their loved ones who are in great pain. Okay maybe the way I’ve just put it made it sound worse than it really is. The way I’ve just expressed it above may have been a little excessive, nevertheless it does not make it any less true. Try this; what is the first thing that comes to mind when you woke up every morning? Is t...
Last week, my uni results was out, and frankly it was not so good. I was utterly gutted the moment I found my candidate number buried among the many of them. If last year's experience taught me anything, it is for me be prepared for the unexpected to happen, and that is exactly why I am so shaken as the result day arrived. Some part of me wished that this time around, things are going to be different. Perhaps time around, all of my hardwork will finally be paid off, all those times spent worrying, being indulged in nothing but work. I am devastated right now. Last year, I did poorly in my essay subject, Macro but excelled in Micro, which is more Maths-based. As such, I thought to myself, that maybe this year I would have the upper hand should I go with Maths-based subjects such as game theory. And I could not have been so wrong. The table has finally turned, leaving me numb, speechless. My results merely affir...
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