The elevated exam stress are already affecting my mental state and well-being. All sorts of thoughts of consequences in all forms of shapes, sizes and tangibles are surfacing from where they should belong, in a highly-quaratined, impenetrable, airtight chest locked with the key melted away, but NOoOo.. they just had to come out at this time when brain cells are expanding at extreme rates and beta blockers are banned since drugs are no longer effective.

E.g.

As soon as I get my results, I will cringe with disappointment and take the elevator up ChongLin Plaza to the hightest floor and make my leap. If I survive, give it 6 months of recovery and 12 months more for prosthesis and a month more for adaptation. Well spent year and a half.

Then after much publicizing from the media, I will formally make my application to all the local unversities with my background of "diligence and sheer will to survive", and finally get rejected on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd intake IN A ROW! STRIKE! and I'm done for, period.

Nevertheless, thanks to my undying will to survive, I'll start applying for jobs. In each and every interview, he or she will burst into tears of hysterical laughter after seeing my STPM result slip and miraculously they'll all recommend me the same job post. Janitor.

This may not be too bad for me at that point, but as for my dad and all my aunts who have HIGH hopes in me, my dad'll drop dead as a result from instantaneous blood combustion right through the head and my aunts will disavow me as their nephew and erasing every single known documents pertaining the blood relations and the next thing you know, from low life office-mopping janitor to the head of both MBKS's and DBKU's branch of Waste Management Disposal Commitee. Not bad huh?

Owh Gawd, please stop..