and 3 more to go. sigh, if theres anyone in this world who cld go through mental rigor mortis and still be perfectly sane at e end of it, that will be me. the first series is over, all 22 1/2 hours of it. i wonder why the A levels seemed so difficult back then. this is infinitely worse.

i thought God turned my brain off halfway through my paper on thursday. i was so friggin' bushed at 4pm-ish, after 6 hrs of writing, that i had to reread this particular question 4 times, and still catch no ball after that damnit.

anw i've already planned how i'd celeb the end of my written exams come 20th may. when the invigilator comes to collect my very last paper, id be sitting there with this beatific smile on my face, not unlike those u see in post-coital scenes in movies where the actress looks so happy you cld prob throw rubbish at her and she'd thank you for that. then.. once e exam hall doors open, id do this:



of coz, i hope the french will do it together with me. it wld be awful to be so ecstatic.. ALONE. now, if only going to the loo can be so much fun.. no one will need therapists and prozac anymore.