numbers make me cringe

i was totally crushed after the history paper. but i did learn something.
INSTRUCTIONS are very IMPORTANT.
i am indeed turning to a featherhead bimbo after having one too many fizzy drinks. sugar makes me high. i will never again do anything without reading the instructions at all. *sighs* what a price to pay for a petty mistake.

anyway, i had been doing a frenzy spree of mathematics questions. its making me sick and my mind spinning. i had been only thinking of differentiation of numbers and my ever-rumbling stomach.

argh. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore. cant take it anymore.

i wish that my exams end right now. Now. NOW.

then. im freeeeeeeee~~~

but, of course, not so free with my conscience nagging me every minute.

if i flunked my exams...
1) i wasted thirty grand of new zealand dollars.
2) i can't get into uni.
3) im letting myself down.
4) im gonna take the next flight home. stay forever in malaysia. and fuck myself.

i am not capable of thinking anything witty to say for today. lets flick this entry as lazy. short. and irrevelant.

numbers had been messing my mind. help.