You have no idea how bloody damn good it feels to strike Computing off the list of papers.
Two down, four to go, while the rest have two to go.
Sucks that I always seem to have two times more of theirs. =(
Would love to set my computing text and every other computing related item on fire,
but there's this inner voice holding me back for fear of not being able to pull through the paper.
Shall! Look! Forward!
My throat hurts again. Must be too much screaming at waynechowmugger.
If I could summarise my life in one word now,
it would be: Paradoxical.
I am happy yet miserable,
I am suffering yet blissful,
I am impatient yet waiting,
I am desperate yet reluctant.
I spent last night drifting in and out of sleep together with the raindrops beating against my window.
I can never understand how one can survive in school for 14 days straight, and worse; alone.
Sis calls me a retard for coming home for a mere 15 (?) hours, but I call it redemption.
Almost feels like I was shifting out of Hall already when I left,
with two big bags and a bittersweet goodbye.
I wonder how it'd really feel when I do leave.
And I wonder how I'm gonna survive with trainings twice/thrice weekly in school.
ANYHOWSS, before I hit 30th April 1900 hours, Computing is imminent.
Cannot! Wait! To! Strike! It! Off! My! List! Haha!
God and favourite luckiest Robotman, please take me through it.
PS: Dinner today was Adam Road Nasi Lemak + Ice Kachang + Papaya Milk + Strawberries. Not forgetting I drank half of Daddy's mutton soup. I feel a fat face.
