Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Oh my
tian!
The release of the O Level results is this Friday, which is the day after tomorrow, which is not so long away, which is a whole day's sleep away, which is a very short time, which is the day after tomorrow, which is Friday.
So there are two kinds of awaiting-O-Level-Results students-:
"I can't wait till I get my results! Hope I get 4 A1s!"
and
"Oh [
expletive deleted]! So soon!? Wahhhhh! Doom. Die die die die die die die die die. Oh [
expletive deleted]!"
I obviously belong to the latter.
I have waited so long for this day yet strangely and ironically enough, I dread it's coming. It's not that I don't want to get my results back, it's just that I don't want to get my results back. You get what I mean?
I've had many bad dreams through the days coming up to The Release and the worst one would probably be me getting a C5 for English. If it were really to be the case, it would be likely that this would be the last post from me. Any post coming would be the
evil work of Charlee.
Ah digression.
Really felt that my essay had a really crappy ending. I was rushed for time. Lame excuse. I know. But really. Till now, after quite a period, I still feel strongly that the ending could have been better and there's this one line that I really really REALLY want to change. But... You know.... ALAS! Probably is the incident that got me that dream in the first place.
Another possible reason for such trepidation would be how I have COMPLETELY no idea what I want to do after I graduate. Well, the way I see it, there's no point worrying now, despite the fact that I'm
still, you know, worrying,
cause I might not even make it through and even if I do, chances are, my choices will be EXTREMELY limited to those courses that I REALLY wouldn't want to be slogging over for the next few years but have ABSOLUTELY no choice but to make one.
I was talking to my mum the other day and I was like "Die
larh!
Die
larh!"
. In reply she was like "Die what? At most retake
lorh. No choice." Haha. I was like "What the hell."
I suppose it all boils down to
"WORRY TILL YOUR DEATH! THE APOCALYPS IS UPON US! DEATH TO ALL EVIL DOERS!" "Let's not worry about it till we have to. It's only 2 days away. Waiting didn't kill anyone."
I for one, sure have no wish to be the first.
Nat: So I got to call the civil service to set up a trampoline, bring a stomach pump, and... Um? I dunno. Me: Lol. Get me a mirror to make sure I die looking good.
10:17 pm