A day for celebrations

HIP HIP HOORAY!
HIP HIP HOORAY!
PMR is OVER!
Ok.
Everyone must have guessed i would write on this topic right?
Actually, when i came out from the exam room, i didn't have the slightest feel of triumph.
I am too tired to shout, too tired to smile.
I slept only 5 hours a day and it's dangerously short.
Because usually we went home quite late and we use a lot of brain.
So our brain cells die a lot.
I remembered that the night before the first paper, i couldn't sleep.
Panic attacked.

I came home and slept for three hours right after the exam.
The happiness in me started building after that.
I tidied up my room.
I can't bear the sight of books, piling up everywhere in my room.
I packed up thirteen bags of reference books, text books and so on, planning to give them away.
I was happy that my room is tidy and neat again.

Last Friday was my birthday.
15th birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
For those who gave me presents, thank you.
For those who haven't, don't worry, i do not mind, as at that point of time, i really wasn't in the mood of celebrating my birthday.
May i present you a new song-Fifteen(by Taylor Swift).
Enjoy.