Hello, good morning, how you do? What makes the rising sun so new?

Examinations. Big word right there. They're evil and they will suck every ounce of brain juice in that tiny little skull of yours and no matter how much I feel like crying my eyeballs out, I can't. My eyeballs are too big for my eye sockets. Such a pity. These torturing tests did put some sense into me, though. As much as I like living in my own little world overpopulated with self-denial, I simply can't. Like for one, I am reminded of how bad I fare in language subjects. I mean, I've been speaking in English for the majority of my life, but I am dumbfounded when I reflect on how badly I performed. I can't complain much, I've never read a novel from cover to cover but hey, that doesn't automatically degrade me to a level of total dumbness. Sometimes, I wonder why at one point of time, I actually considered journalism as a career. Maybe I was immature then, and thought that writing for a living was cool. On the other hand, I totally contradicted myself as I was doing my Career and Enterprise paper. I wrote multiple benefits of having clear career goals and subconsciously claimed that I had clear career goals, which in reality, I don't. I like the subject though, it allows me to explore things about myself in which I never had the guts to confront. Accounting and Finance was supposed to be impeccable, flawless. Sadly, the outcomes weren't close to what I envisaged. Tough luck. Maths? The only one that managed to not make me feel like a total loser. And for that, I should give myself a pat on the shoulder.
Fingers crossed on next Monday's Economics. Time to kiss my pillow and dream about unicorns. (Haven't I said I live in my own little world?)
Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system. (and to make myself feel a little bit better about my writing)

Examinations. Big word right there. They're evil and they will suck every ounce of brain juice in that tiny little skull of yours and no matter how much I feel like crying my eyeballs out, I can't. My eyeballs are too big for my eye sockets. Such a pity. These torturing tests did put some sense into me, though. As much as I like living in my own little world overpopulated with self-denial, I simply can't. Like for one, I am reminded of how bad I fare in language subjects. I mean, I've been speaking in English for the majority of my life, but I am dumbfounded when I reflect on how badly I performed. I can't complain much, I've never read a novel from cover to cover but hey, that doesn't automatically degrade me to a level of total dumbness. Sometimes, I wonder why at one point of time, I actually considered journalism as a career. Maybe I was immature then, and thought that writing for a living was cool. On the other hand, I totally contradicted myself as I was doing my Career and Enterprise paper. I wrote multiple benefits of having clear career goals and subconsciously claimed that I had clear career goals, which in reality, I don't. I like the subject though, it allows me to explore things about myself in which I never had the guts to confront. Accounting and Finance was supposed to be impeccable, flawless. Sadly, the outcomes weren't close to what I envisaged. Tough luck. Maths? The only one that managed to not make me feel like a total loser. And for that, I should give myself a pat on the shoulder.
Fingers crossed on next Monday's Economics. Time to kiss my pillow and dream about unicorns. (Haven't I said I live in my own little world?)
Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system. (and to make myself feel a little bit better about my writing)


































