I wonder if anyone of you felt it.
That pressure, pressing on you, forcing you.
It has no arms, no legs. But its presence is enough to drive you crazy.

There. In the middle of a silent hall.

Thinking.

Am i screwing this up? Screwing up my paper?
At the very last moment?

Am i really determined to jog the first few laps
and walk in the last?

Fate screws me up. Big time. Great that its not the first time.

Determination wears thin. Lactic acid builds up.
When you cramp in the middle of the last lap,
you won't even be able to cry.

Forgive and forget is supposed to be a virtue. Now i think that it is my weakness instead. Those people who kept on saying the world is cruel are right. After all.







Looking at all the people chionging for their O's. Some, seem to be still fooling around. Others are perfectly hardworking. Should I be glad that I made 4 pens run out of ink? I think that's a good sign that I'm studying.

Or the pens are of damn lousy quality.

Practical exam was pretty cool. Screwed up as usual and got depressed for awhile. Like always. Never quite got the things right and yay, that's my motivation to study for the written paper. Cool! Isn't it?



Those who wanna see me die, you got your wish =)
For now.

Its Déjà vu once again

Hard to believe the similarity of the scene.

As though I've walked back 4 years in time.

Haiz