Bringing back old memories

Exams are finally gone and gone and gone. Time for a break, have a kit-kat. (Okay, that's lame.)

Anyway, the papers weren't that great and I just pray hard that I won't get what I think I just might get. This is just what my university life is all about, isn't it? It's just stress, fear and disappointment. The cycle just repeats itself six times. Sometimes I don't know, I just don't know. I don't profess to be the most hardworking person on earth. In fact, I'm far from it. If you were to measure the distance between the most hardworking NUS student to a pig, I think I stand much closer to the pig. However, sometimes I don't think I deserve the marks that I do. Essays which I've really put in effort to do countless results always receive undeserving marks whereas, those which I expected to do badly always turn out much much better. Why? Why? Why?

Sigh, nevermind. It's all over. At least for now.

I really wish I were a kid again. I really miss being a kid. I remember the days where I stressed over my partner crossing the line we've drawn across our table, or who reaches the canteen first. I miss the times when my afternoons were spent watching cartoon network. I use to love this Japanese anime called Akazukin Chacha. I don't know if many people watched it, but I sure enjoyed it. I recently found it again on you-tube. Brings back good old memories.

I use to detest being a kid because there were many things which I couldn't do. Now, I can do basically anything but I have to do things which I don't want to do. They use to tell me that when I go out and work, I will miss coming back to school. I didn't believe them. Now I do. I can't stand the stress of handling work; but neither can I stand the stress of school either. So when people ask me what I want to do after next semester, I get so tired. I don't know. I don't know. Don't ask me.

Oh, whatever. I'm going off to sleep now.

I'm just so tired.