nothing else

with every single second ticks by, i begin to lock the shockness into me..
and with every hour ticks by, i am being nauseated in every way i don't used to be...
and with every day passes by i realise that i am going to sit down and doodle the papers unevenly,
and with the whole new month comes by i know that it's going to fulfill my will --

my will, to excel? to score? to...
to..
ugh.

at least 12 As will do.
yes, hao cherng,
12 As.. in ur dream, maybe..
and another side of me summons upon the confidence, sunken confidence which was hardly being found anymore within me.
there were weeks to come , months to fall back till
SPM

and i wonder if I could, or could not, or would not
score...

nothing else being concerned right now, except we-know-them: add maths, a whole lot shitS of physics and bioloGIES and past-education (history), and ugh. ugh. ugh.
all about the future, set right down the exams coming, approaching, haunting... haunting, biting,
cut-- anymore words?

I could hardly find--
I could hardly being NOT restless...
for the exams to come, for the future unsteadily held.. upon,
like an angel will fly,
but wings broken because she hit a branch,
angel could die, too, too... too.................. ..