"So it's all over now. Woop-dee-doo."


This was one of the poems for H2 Literature, the motif being marriage. It's such a beautiful piece that I couldn't help putting it here for all of you to appreciate. I'm from H1 Literature.

So you guys should totally appreciate it.

Now.

Yes, scroll up and read the thing. I know many of you just skip that.

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Mm, the exams are finally over. Man, the real anxiety starts now. I'm freaked out for results, and it's been like, six hours since the end of the last paper.

Urgh.

The last few days have been one of the worst times of my life... as of yet. After studying non-stop for the past few days, I think I may have reached my limit break.

Why? Procrastination, that's why.

Economics went fairly well, but I didn't finish section B of one of the DRQ. Needless to say, 0/8 marks right there. For sure.

Bah, Mrs Koh was nice enough to tell me to "forget about that and focus on others".

Right. That spelt the two-day crash course on mathematics with dear Miss Phoon. She taught me the entire syallabus in two days. I kowtow to her, sia. I actually understood the lot of them. Unbelievable.

That was until I made a serious mistake.

But I knew I lacked practice, so I actually went an entire night of pure muggage, before sleeping for 2 hours before going for the exam. I'll sleep when I die.

So, an hour later, I felt my stomach grumble. Yep. Diarrhoea. No idea what caused it too.

Well, that may be unlucky, but that wasn't the mistake I made. I actually drank strong coffee right before the maths exam, just to "perk me up". Very bad idea. It was a three-hour paper, and I ended up going to the toilet for about close to half of it. But I did semi-finish the paper, up to question 13. (The last question was 14)

The end of the exam also spelt the end of me, too. I flipped back, and saw... Question 4, 5 and 6 was left undone. Unattempted. I only wrote the question number down. *facepalm* And those were the easy ones, if I remember right. Maclaurin's Series, AP-GP and all that useless junk.

Sigh.

But meh, what's over is over. I was pretty devastated about it, till Siow Ying told me to look for a teacher and explain what happened, not that it had any bearing on my results. It was to no avail. I was told, though, to provide an MC to certify my being sick, which I did, but I doubt it'll be considered as an excuse. YJC doesn't put up with excuses.

So, I dragged my sorry ass to the clinic and back to school of which a physics teacher taught me all that I had to know. Mind-blank moment. I knew from then on it was limit-break. With less than four hours of sleep over the past three days, I just couldn't continue. Lesson learnt. I tried my best to absorb all that I could, and then continued mugging for that entire night.

The next day was almost as bad. Physics turned out to be -horrible-, and I don't think I fared well for the literature one, either. I failed to see that the poems were, indeed, about sex.

Anyway, I'm dead beat from all the incessant information-absorb the last couple of days. Heading out to bed, with sweeping, strained relief. Hope I actually get promotional advance. (Which I doubt so, I'll prolly retain.)

So there, I knew that procrastination and sloth would catch up to me some day.

Guess it just had.