Feel like my miserable brain with its meager knowledge has been left in a wringer which isn't much of a surprise seeing that the vicious, mind-bending enemy has been sending frequent volleys of mentally-scarring explosives. Just five hours of battling the mother of all evil ( that is exams ) left me feeling exhausted - just like I'd run through a lengthy triathlon through the inhospitable Himalayas or worse, one of the monstrous gym routines drawn up by Big Bicep Barry. Can't imagine how I lasted for two whole weeks wrestling it out with STPM and SPM way back when... but then again, I was younger.
Back then I was a tad more high-strung ( bet that doesn't come as much of a surprise ) and I'd get so freaking stressed over exams, practically pulling hairs, screaming mindless rants all through the night and developing instant peptic ulcers as I raved through the whole insane ordeal. Quite like the infamous Mrs Rochester wailing away from the attic windows during one of her episodes. Not sure why my parents didn't see fit to have me clapped up in an asylum then.
Fortunately I've learnt to take it cool these days... well, somewhat. :)
Hit me with your best shot
Unfortunately during the recent skirmish I found that I'm armed only with a primitive makeshift slingshot - certainly an improvement over the neanderthal sticks and stones before but even biblical hero, courageous David didn't have to take up arms against a mean, husky Goliath in a tank. Is it any wonder that I'll possibly be found unconscious with disfiguring tank tracks all over me?
Makes me wonder why I stupidly chose this when I could have taken the path of least resistance and make for a hasty retreat ( open that little joint-venture antique store, anyone? ). But hell, I'm a scrappy sort after all. :) Hopefully my little well-aimed stones manage to hit the right sore spots to take the evil down, at least long enough so that it doesn't darken my door for the next little while.