sorry i can't be perfect.

Everyone looks extremely haggard and out of shape these days. Understandingly so I suppose. The Prelims are inching closer and closer. I can almost feel its cold breath already. It feels like death.
I wonder if it's just me. But since Primary School, I have always likened exams as to going to war. And whether you come out alive, or having lost a limb or two pretty much depends on how much ammunition and skills you have. This translates to the amount of revision and how hardy those nerves of steel of yours are. Mine still feels pretty wobbly though. These days, such wars are on an epic scale. And by far, this is the biggest it has been yet. The stakes are high; make or break they say. But at least, I can say that I'm adequately prepared; not fully though. How sad. If the enemy was to armed with grenade launchers and AKs, I think I might need a longer, sturdier bow for my arrows.
The results of the Mock exam weren't that sweet for me. But I must really thank Agatha for waking me up, one way or another. I suppose there are risks in doing everything. And this time round, I stepped on a live wire. Boom.
My vocab salvaged the compre marks. 4/5 for that matter. I guess I was reading between the lines for too much, too long. I could pretty much catch the gist of the passage but alas! The end just wasn't that fairy tale like.
I'm intending to give myself a good break today. A good well-deserved break, something that my mum strangely encouraged and supported with gusto. Some people have said that I was pushing myself way too hard. Burning at both ends of the candles that's what they call it. And frankly, I am beginning to feel the my body resisting any further attempts to push it beyond that limit. In Physics, if you pull a spring too long- limit of proportionality, it can never ever revert back to its original shape. I don't want that to happen to me; which is why I'm taking it easy today. Just today.
The days are rather monotonous. Godzilla wrecks havoc at our class almost every other morning with that pursed lip and murderous look. She looks all ready for the killing. Teachers seem unusually joyful and relaxed these days. No prizes for the right guess. The Prelims are near; their job has pretty much complete. Alls' left is to ensure that their stupid pupils ace their exams and not flounder. Then, in October, the boring and back-breaking task of marking will be transferred to the British. God save the Majesty's subjects.

I've been toying with this idea for quite some time now.
If you still haven't known, our scripts are gonna be air-flown to Cambridge, England. So what if, just what if, mid-way through the journey, the plane crashed?
Imagine this scene that's like LOST. All of the crew survives, which pretty much consists of the pilot, co-pilot and perhaps one or two air stewardess ( for their sake , I hope it's the air stewardess). This bunch of 4 laddies can stranded on an island. Yippee! Oh come on, haven't you ever dreamed of having your very own sanctuary before? So this 4 poor souls are stranded. They have nothing with them except for the mountainous piles of essays and answers written by us Singaporeans of 91. If you were one of them, what would you do?
Personally, if I were one of the pilots, I rip apart those sheets. It's partially got to do with revenge, but I have some other idea up my sleeve-if it's still there. I will piece out my name, painstakingly letter by letter and use some adhesive-like saliva?- and stick onto fruit trees. Yes. Fruit trees. While the rest of the other bodohs are scratching their heads and crying out why God hurled them onto a deserted island, I would be busy marking down fruit trees. Oh come on, we learned this in Biology. Survival of the fittest.
And then, when those bodohs finally realized that there will be no beam of light to teleport them to England, they will start searching for food. But ahaha! Those food belong to me!
And that's how the political system is established.

I guess I'm being ludicrously lame here. Sorry about. I will share my fruits with you though. =) Coconut anyone?
Here's ending the post with some songs.