Hmms

It is with great restraint that I apply kinetic energy unto my keyboard. The chimes of tomorrow's 4pm physics test are already within ear shot. Pacing like a beaver at high tide the person in front of my room mate's anime screened desktop works like a bullet train in deciphering the puzzle that was my 1st and final MA1505 exam papers. I nailed only 2! Thickly unappointed at first, I managed to scramble my miasma and regain my composure. I accept it as a challenge. A challenge to dance and be happy regardless of what happened. I don't need to be sad to be productive. That was what I concluded.

My next challenge would be to do something about my grades. Granted I realize that I merely slipped past the most minute of NUS' closing gates when I gained my admission, being the holder of a kancil car wreck equivalent of an STPM result. I have much ground to cover before I can be academically on par with the other statistics. Oh how nutritious is the joy that comes with disillusionments! It falls like rain made of bitter gourds. Succinctly falling only on people's heads. And when it cracks, lo! behold! thou tongue has made foul a taste! Impressing upon it forever, yet too foul only for those who choose to spit it out. They release the hand rails restraining the darkest pits.. oh which, like doves, swiftly, silently, reach out, and gobble them, alive.