If you know me long enough, you'd know that exams are one of the hardest things for me to swallow. Particularly me. I'm almost sure there's a phobia for it and I'd gladly be part of some scientific, arbitrary, mandatory testing to make sure it's true and maybe be exempted from the claws it reaches out with. Medicalisaion.
Sigh it's seriously just slightly more than a week more to my first paper, and seriously, im quite dead. Here I am going through my second semester of exams, and i'd have five more (if I get to do honours year). Someone save me.
Dear Father, you see this every moment of my life, every chapter I have in my (longer) life as a student, and I'm sure you roll your eyes every time I ask for your help but still help me otu anyway. Thanks for helping me through the good 17 years since primary one, but I pray you help me through this 18th one too. Thank you in advance! :)
School's over and it's reading week, what a innocent-sounding common term to affectionately call this week. I'd cross all my joints possible in my body to hope I totally learn productivity as soon as I end this entry.
Good weekend to all! :)
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It's funny.
Everyone, cynical, skeptical, optimistic and hopeful alike, all tell each other to do this. Heck, we probably tell that to others as well.
But it's one of the hardest things to do.
With its vulnerability, the heart IS to be guarded and protected. But it also assumes that we have that rationality to do so.
That rationality to keep gates up, to put up barriers against pain, sadness, disappointment, hurt, abandonment, lies, memories, loneliness, insignificance,
all the time.
How can
anyone do that?
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