Thursday, October 20, 2005;

Topic: Worst exam ever.

Ironically, i shld be rejoicing since my paper is over, but im feeling very distressed. I woke up at 8.35am by a call fr my bio tutor. At that moment, i felt intense fear, as i realised i was late 4 my bio P1!! Adrenaline rush, n blood flushed into my head, as i scrumbled out of my bed n headed to e washroom. Tel u a secret: i didnt apply shower form or any shampoo, just a rinse...

Today, wasnt my day either, since there is no sight of cab, just e presence of double-decker buses. Out of confusion, i boarded e bus. ( it's like when u r very frustrated over a few things, then suddenly, some1/ sth tempted u; inevitably u fell into e deceiving trap.) Some of u shld kn tt even if i could hire a cab, e max time i had was only 15min, since YJ was so far fr Hougang. Thus, i presume this is a good choice. Besides, 965 travel by expressway, it's impossible to alight n change transport.

Upon reaching my most hated sch, i strolled into e sch 4 i still remain in a daze mode. Thankfully, i was in time 4 my P2. It was a relatively paper, but i doubt i could excell, as my heart was struggled with uncertainty-dont know wat would happen next. In this state, i was again shaken by e fact tt i cant retake P1. Reason: No valid reason. Another blow was tt i was caught 4 long hair length. E next thing i recalled was tt i silently escaped fr e OM n moved to a deserted spot.

Huge waves aft waves, im left wi nth. simply empty. All my soul+ energy r drained by a series of unfortunate events. Surprisingly, when i finally settled down at a wooden table near e tennis court, a saviour called. It was Jontay! On hearing his voice, really comfort me, as it was as if God speaking to me thru him. Aft a 1hr 14min of faithless conversation, my tears began welling up my eyes. Jon's voice was like a reservoir floodgate, aft being flung open, enormous amt of liquids just came gushing out my eyes! Simultaneously, anguish+bitterness flowed out too. I was so furious tt i blast e i-pod shuffle full vol n ripped my lungs apart by screaming n unleahing 'e devil' in me. Mucus also get in e way, as it jammed up e breathing passage. To e extent, tt i was choked by e sticky subs--i has to cough them out! Disgusting it may sound, but this was e best way to describe.( so tt i'll remember) Oh ya, 1 more thing to add: im facing down, resting on my hands. Not a inch did i move. No wonder, if any1 visited e wooden table, there was 1 dark patch on it. Rui, e wet stuff on my sleeves was M****, u-know-wat.

In my memory, i had never really sobbed so badly--15min! E worship songs actually, touched my heart recesses. Aft much cursing n swearing(actu, i didnt), i began to pray. Finally, i calmed down n blowed my nose. In my mind there were 2 words: MOVE ON!!
Next, i started some last min maths revision wi Rui.

To make matter worst, i didnt complete my maths paper! another 40 marks just parted me.. Maybe, it's a good decision to get an MC aft all.. Wel, i was planning to chill, but all my plans were aborted, as i don hav e mood either. Today, i enjoy been alone n an anorexic. Rui said i was depressed, since nth appeal to me, not even food. I kept denying tt i wasnt, but it is unlikely tt i can convnce him..

Out of fun, i wasted my time away by spending time wi e muggers-O & A level bros n sis. I even played a joke on Luanz, so deprived tt i asked ppl to stalk her.. it was my 1st time playing punk!

Amazingly, when i reached hm, no1 interrogate me 4 my poor performances.. Even my mum didnt scold me. Wow, GOd protected me. Actually, now i suppose to go ton at thad's hse, sadly, he perfer tml. Hence, now i got to settle some 'scores' wi God now....
Shared abt wed on 20Oct.




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