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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper /1:05 PM

Lunch time and I thought it's a good time to blog while waiting for the food to be served. Things are moving at brain-wrecking speed this weekend and in the coming two weeks, it's only going to get faster. This breakneck pace stirs mixed feelings. Albeit my life is heading straight down into an abyss of failure, and although my ultimatum lies therein a fiasco, the faster it moves, the quicker the debacle shall end.

I am still not really prepared for my oral defense speech tomorrow, although I am nevertheless exhilarated that it's finally my turn. I hope that everything flows well, an endless river of speech to drown the insatiable pleas of my crowd.

I am still feeling jittery about my final Math CT tomorrow. My weakest topic and yet my strongest subject. The contradiction of superlatives culminating in a final war waged.

I am still uncertain about my scheduled plans for my HMT 'O' levels. Sometimes, I console myself that I would be satisfied with at least a B4 or B3. But I know that such mediocrity only takes form in my mind. Reality takes this to a whole new level--a joke; humiliation.

I am hungry and my lunch waits.

And I wait.

We both wait but I know only one of us can change.

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