Fabio .
" Oh whatever makes her happy , on a Saturday night ~ "
This song is just brills . Brilliant as balls and I can't get it outta my head . I've been humming that tune ever since my granny came to visit five hours ago and I've been singing it in the shower , in the garden and in the loo making cadbury delights .
" Oh whatever makes her happy , whatever makes it alrighttt ~~ "
KAY KAY , MUST STOP .
I have a very serious issue .
I am having nightmares .
Very very bad recurring nightmares - about school . My results will be posted to us somewhere in June and it determines our fate . If I fail , I'd get my white chinese ass to leap out of my balcony and the truth is- the standard of passing is very fucking high .
I am as worried as hell right now and I couldn't even get five hours of good sleep without breaking out in cold sweat in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare .
My dreams would be something like this . I receieve a letter from Lasalle and it says " You have failed " ( or maybe sometimes " HAHA YOU FAILED " ) and I would cry my ballz out over the dinner table and start stabbing my face with forks and knives and spoons ( wtf ) .
And the weird shit is that in every dream , I would be at the dinner table opening the letter , but there would be different scenes after that . But mostly scenes of myself using shit to stab myself .
Fuck , I read too much World War II stories on Wikipedia .
After the rude awakening , I would get up and go for a quick pee and be back in bed and not being able to sleep till sun rises . The dreams will continue for days and yesterday it was a big bad one but I woke up and went to pee and I was able to sleep peacefully .
Weird .
Truth is . My entire life direction and ambition lies on my assessment grades . If it's a bad one , it means I've failed as a student , an artist and a designer . I would be fucking mad with myself and I would whip-lash myself in the ass . But honestly , I wouldn't even wanna start thinking what would happen if I fail . This is definitely a bigger nerve-wrecker than O Levels .
Sigh . ( this was supposed to be a happy post about me singing to girly songs in the toilet but look what happened )
This song is just brills . Brilliant as balls and I can't get it outta my head . I've been humming that tune ever since my granny came to visit five hours ago and I've been singing it in the shower , in the garden and in the loo making cadbury delights .
" Oh whatever makes her happy , whatever makes it alrighttt ~~ "
KAY KAY , MUST STOP .
I have a very serious issue .
I am having nightmares .
Very very bad recurring nightmares - about school . My results will be posted to us somewhere in June and it determines our fate . If I fail , I'd get my white chinese ass to leap out of my balcony and the truth is- the standard of passing is very fucking high .
I am as worried as hell right now and I couldn't even get five hours of good sleep without breaking out in cold sweat in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare .
My dreams would be something like this . I receieve a letter from Lasalle and it says " You have failed " ( or maybe sometimes " HAHA YOU FAILED " ) and I would cry my ballz out over the dinner table and start stabbing my face with forks and knives and spoons ( wtf ) .
And the weird shit is that in every dream , I would be at the dinner table opening the letter , but there would be different scenes after that . But mostly scenes of myself using shit to stab myself .
Fuck , I read too much World War II stories on Wikipedia .
After the rude awakening , I would get up and go for a quick pee and be back in bed and not being able to sleep till sun rises . The dreams will continue for days and yesterday it was a big bad one but I woke up and went to pee and I was able to sleep peacefully .
Weird .
Truth is . My entire life direction and ambition lies on my assessment grades . If it's a bad one , it means I've failed as a student , an artist and a designer . I would be fucking mad with myself and I would whip-lash myself in the ass . But honestly , I wouldn't even wanna start thinking what would happen if I fail . This is definitely a bigger nerve-wrecker than O Levels .
Sigh . ( this was supposed to be a happy post about me singing to girly songs in the toilet but look what happened )
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