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Thursday, March 13, 2008

im now blogging from a random toilet in cityhall. just happens to have a decent signal here to connect to wireless@sg. i dont know what's wrong with me. but now, im acting like a 15 year old emo girl. im just 3 minutes away from a piano exam in this same very building but, i know im going to fail it. the exam has been paid for since last year, but due to my sudden enlistment into NS, i didnt have much time to spend on the piano. and now, the big day is here, just minutes away. but my confidence level has gone down like crazy. and now, im contemplating to skip the exam. i know lots of shit is going to happen over this. for example, my cellphone is going to start ringing like hell, and im going to avoid picking it up like an emo girl who just got dumped by her boyfriend.

and.

i'm really sorry, mom.

i know this would affect you.

but i just dont wana humiliate myself in front of those kids who taking the exam too.

stepping out of the room, knowing that i would fail for sure.

fuck.

Purple Rose;
11:25 PM