i can't even think of a title

all right, so it has been good.

good enough to leave me hanging on with a half-dead brain, rather unfavorable assuming that the kind of panic will wreak havoc again two or three more times, before it is finally released of all the so-thought-unbearable tension. and at that time it will be all tribute to the merriment, effacing the past like it is so actually nothing much to be complained about.

i cannot say that it was a good start, but it was rather okay and it could have been worse. my brain had been very much limited to function in the course of three hours, as i had to constantly remind myself to hang on and be very persevere and determined on marking the answer sheets quick. flipping through all the facts stored temporarily inside this head was quite a challenging task, and also to reiterate it back in words for the delight of the reader, or perhaps more to my survival.

two and a half day (a half day i suppose to get myself back in form) left before the second tribulation. though now that i suppose it will sting less and be more enjoyable bearable.

if you think this post is full of distress, it probably is.

but you have to first laugh at yourself for actually doing the same at a point of time.

"chin up, emo kid!"
"you too."

happily ever after.