God Thinks I'm Abel

There are a few things in life that you have decided to detest and know you will never subject yourself to ever again. These are mostly informed decisions. Like the time I tried a cherry tomato simply because it had the deceptive name of 'cherry' in front of it. That was the last time I ever ate a tomato again (with an exception to ketchup). Then there was JC which made me decide to seriously hate Singapore simply because it was a humiliating and lame experience .Starting from the excruciatingly painful orientation experience and ending with my inability to comprehend how drawing exclamation marks in the air with your index finger could constitute a sign of astonishment. If you're shocked,then show you're shocked, that's what facial muscles are for.

The time has come again for me to fear, and like JC and Cherry Tomato's, this is an informed decision. In two days I will be getting my A level results back. I hope John gets back to me about my job real quick because I feel it in these calcium deficient bones that Uni is not going to happen for me. I would rather die than to retake my papers again. Hell, I am scared out of my wits.I don't do well in major exams, it's like a curse I put on myself.

Rewind to my days of 'exam preparation'...
Day One:
*me stoning at my desk...
staring at my Jaws poster...
staring at my phone
calling XYZ....*

*3hrs pass*

*me asleep in my bed*
(repeat for a whole 3 weeks)

-Bah. I'm dead. SO dead.SO. SO.SO dead.
I think i'm going to bend a cd and shove it to the back of my head.Nice knowing you folks-

By the way, I like Curdoroy and Finch, the strawberry tiramisu is HOT.