'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Yada Yada

Alone at home again. Haha. How I love the feeling. There's absolute peace and quiet except for the comp speakers. With a family of six (including 3 pesky brothers who can easily get on your nerves when you're not in the best of moods), it's pretty hard to have some time to yourself. Then again having no siblings and feeling so very isloated everyday won't be my cup of tea either. Conclusion: I'm grateful for my big family. HahaZ.

Chem SPA at 1pm later. Suffice to say that I'm pretty confident about this. (Puh-leaze don't let anything go wrong!)

Worst-case Exam Scenarios:
1) You're late.

2) You forgot everything you've studied.

3) Your pen ran out of ink. (And you haven't any spare ones)

4) You can't seem to fasten your scripts together with the darned (short) string. You panic as the invigilator inches nearer and nearer and you break out in cold sweat. As if the paper hadn't stressed you enough! Now this?! (Haha! This is one of the worst!)

5) You can't get that loud jarring tune out of ya head. And the more you're stuck with a tricky problem, the more it amplifies itself inside ya mind. Where's the mute-control remote when ya need it?

Pretty lame stuff. Haha. But no. 5 really happened alot of times. I have this 'remixed sountrack' of Keane, Good Charlotte, Oasis, Jet etc etc playing constantly in my head. Time to ditch the mp3 player for a while. Bleah. As if I could bear to. Maybe everytime an exam nears, I'll halve my listening and downloading time.

K I'd better get going now for SPA.

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