wow im so happy today, all thanks to the Lord's grace!! i had devoir surveillé de physique (physics exam) just before my two-week winter hols, and i thought i bombed it very badly. 'fiasco' wouldnt even begin to describe la catastrophe that particular sat morn. 4 hours, just 4 questions, and i couldnt even finish it (not that i have ever managed to finish any of the 5 physics exams i have had so far...). worse, i had to go to the toilet during the paper!! needless to say, i was hopping mad in the cubicle ( literally of coz).

memories of my GP paper during e A levels came flooding back.. i sat at the back of the class, and all thanks to my stupid surname 'TAN', and due to the stupid seating arrangement that always had to be done according to alphabetical order, i was seated right in front the wall at the back of the class, with an aircon blowing at me from behind. with GP being e first paper that kicked off the series to follow, i was nervous. so nervous i had butterflies in my stomach. now, with cold wind blowing right at me, it only made things worse. each cold stream of air that tickled my nape would normally have sent frissons of pleasure down my spine, but that particular day, each blast was a long drawn-out affair that only served to coax my diarrhoea out. and so the cold butterflies knotted my intestines so badly i had a stomachache, not once, but TWICE in less than 4 hours, once during paper 1 and once during paper 2!!! when i was in the loo for the second time, i was cursing and swearing like crazy. and i pitied those who sat close to me in class that day haha. i must have let out at least 5 mini puffs of scented chocolates from my arse when i clutched at my stomach and rocked slowly, and oh-so-painfully in my chair, all in a feeble bid to control the tide-gates from opening. i vaguely recall eugene, who was seated on my right, looking suspiciously at me with his nose wrinkled up. under normal circumstances, i would have burst out luffing and gamely admitted that i was the farter; BUT, my pain and frustration then equipped me with such phenomenal 'tactics' that even ninjalzg, our resident 3rd guards king of farts, would love to emulate.

anw lets fast-forward 4 years: 0810 on that fateful sat morn. 10 mins into the paper and i was lost in the world of millmann, and i couldnt on earth figure out which stupid amplifcateur opérationnel was a décaleur. also, i was constantly distracted by e pain, and so i went. i returned, feeling considerably lighter of coz , as i must have conveniently emptied my brains together with the dump. i was stumped at e following 3 mécanique questions that seemed endless to me, and so i moaned for the rest of the day. worse, i had CNY dinner that day, and couldnt get myself into e festive mood..

anyhow, im so blessed that things turned out fine now!! surprisingly fine indeed! the only thing im wary about now is my gut feeling for exams (pun unintended), should i trust it or not? time and time again, how i fared was how i thought i would fare, and yet, there are happy->sad/sad->happy episodes like this that prove me wrong. perhaps, its best to just heck care about the paper once its done, tho its really hard to.. no, its best to study really hard for a paper, give ur all, and dun look back.

ok, back to studying.