Monday, June 23, 2008
#17: 1 down, 3 to go.
And so Econs was the disaster that had to happen. Far off in a corner of an imaginary world, my h3 econs dream withers like a large smelly Rafflesia flower.
Once again the forces of evil collude to make my life as miserable as it possibly can be.
Disaster #1: My handphone is with me.. when it ought to be in my locker, along with all the unnecessary items.
Disaster #2: I leave my pencil case in my locker, along with all the unnecessary items. Thank goodness for good classmates who offer to lend me stationary to tide me over the heinously long economics paper, during which my grave was dug and eulogies said. Yes, R.I.P. me.
Disaster #3: I receive the paper and stare blankly at it, while deep in the recesses of my brain, I desperately will the synapses of my neurons to FUNCTION and produce a reasonably cogent answer.
Disaster #4: There is no break between the papers.
Disaster #5: Everything I studied didn't get tested. Honestly.
I am going to bemoan the death of my economics grade now.
p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUHWAI! HERE'S TO MANY MORE AWESOME FRISBEE TRAININGS.
the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 6:06 PM
