Messy Mess
It’s in the middle of my SPM. Everyone thinks I should be studying, including my conscience. But The Heart Asks Pleasure First…
So, I might not have had gotten the first batch for National Service… which is a NIGHTMARE on top of the three month problem… compound that with the fact that I’m expected at Taylors in March and that five of my SPM papers are in a precarious state and you have a MESS.
Malay: Pemahaman killed me. It really did. I went in supercharged with confidence from the first paper, telling myself “I can do this”. What was I thinking?!!! Hell, I don’t even know what went on in there…
English: *thwaps self* I spent too much time on my letter. My story came out a MESS. It was at its azimuth when suddenly… “Stop writing!” And to think how wonderfully the plot was progressing! I’ll have to rewrite it here sometime in the future…
History: The essays were a disaster. PERIOD.
Maths: I did it all in English… risky considering pembesaran is ENLARGEMENT and not MAGNIFICATION. But don’t tell my father that… he already commented at length upon my stupidity over the English MESS.
Physics: The essays did me in too. I made two bad choices. And now I’m going to have to PAY.
And now I’ve spent two days of no study, languishing away as is wont to happen when a susceptible teen is left ALONE to his own DEVICES. Don’t I feel guilty? Should I? Shouldn’t I? I'm SOOO confident... I would be if I didn't have to tell myself, it's okay, I've worked hard the whole year... it'll add up... I'll be fine... Yeah right! Who am I kidding?!!! Not my parents... not myself... maybe my friends... I've been at the piano for hours. I'm listening to sad songs again but I'm high everytime I reach school... I’m a mess… who needs drugs when you have natural, FREE hormones?!!!
Hopefully, it’ll all go away in the morning. In fact, I would like to wake up and find LIFE as I know it a drEAm. No, a NIGHTMARE. And the world I wake up to would be one in some fantasy novel…
Reality: *snicker* Dream on…
Delusion: Go away…
Nighty Night.
So, I might not have had gotten the first batch for National Service… which is a NIGHTMARE on top of the three month problem… compound that with the fact that I’m expected at Taylors in March and that five of my SPM papers are in a precarious state and you have a MESS.
Malay: Pemahaman killed me. It really did. I went in supercharged with confidence from the first paper, telling myself “I can do this”. What was I thinking?!!! Hell, I don’t even know what went on in there…
English: *thwaps self* I spent too much time on my letter. My story came out a MESS. It was at its azimuth when suddenly… “Stop writing!” And to think how wonderfully the plot was progressing! I’ll have to rewrite it here sometime in the future…
History: The essays were a disaster. PERIOD.
Maths: I did it all in English… risky considering pembesaran is ENLARGEMENT and not MAGNIFICATION. But don’t tell my father that… he already commented at length upon my stupidity over the English MESS.
Physics: The essays did me in too. I made two bad choices. And now I’m going to have to PAY.
And now I’ve spent two days of no study, languishing away as is wont to happen when a susceptible teen is left ALONE to his own DEVICES. Don’t I feel guilty? Should I? Shouldn’t I? I'm SOOO confident... I would be if I didn't have to tell myself, it's okay, I've worked hard the whole year... it'll add up... I'll be fine... Yeah right! Who am I kidding?!!! Not my parents... not myself... maybe my friends... I've been at the piano for hours. I'm listening to sad songs again but I'm high everytime I reach school... I’m a mess… who needs drugs when you have natural, FREE hormones?!!!
Hopefully, it’ll all go away in the morning. In fact, I would like to wake up and find LIFE as I know it a drEAm. No, a NIGHTMARE. And the world I wake up to would be one in some fantasy novel…
Reality: *snicker* Dream on…
Delusion: Go away…
Nighty Night.
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