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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Wednesday, October 20, 2010, 9:46 PM
Doomsday

Tomorrow's results are going to take me for a ride.
Actually I might just be on flat land the whole time, but who knows? I might find myself digging a whole in the ground to escape whatever forms of evil that might try to haunt me.... like FAILING PHYSICS, AMATHS AND BOTH HUMANS SUBJ.
Oh goodness gracious, please have mercy on me. Me little heart can only take blows from 4 subj and nothing more!
Come to think of it, failing 4 subj is like WOAH, so I should just cry and wail tomorrow, nonetheless.

Just in case I can never find the courage to eat ice cream anymore, I have brought home with me 2 pints of B&J's to enjoy before the fateful events that awaits me tomorrow. Not going to be glorious tomorrow and I should just fulfill my desperate callings from within for more ice cream to satisfy some underlying compulsions to eat ice cream all day long.
What to do? Might as well, since a part of me dies along with my scripts every time I see them scrutinised and with red crosses all over.

Honestly, I doubt my Humans scripts will even be marked since they make no sense. Whatever intelligence that might have been there would have disguised themselves under the intelligible handwriting of your dear friend here.
The prospect of failing kills my life. But I know to fail my papers now would give me a tight slap in the face to work harder, and I should, before worrying about failing for Os.
On the bright side, this is going to give me a wake-up call (literally and metaphorically) and this would probably instill some fear for exams in me.
Not good to be fearless towards exams, it's like being numbed through for so many years I simply can't feel much sympathy for myself, or apprehension for the upcoming questions in the papers, it quite literally just makes no sense.

Enough about speculation for my worst results yet, and hopefully forever. Tomorrow will just make me cry my guts out and bawl my eyeballs out as well.
I never knew how disgusting the phrase "cry my guts out" could be since it's like my favourite line, until I really picture all the stomach and liver popping out of my mouth to say hello.