on funshots and french fries

I KFCd myself right after my exam. I satiated my hunger with my much-craved-for fun shots and fries. I left the theatre with still 30 minutes to spare because my stomach was already grumbling in protest. I wasn’t able to eat lunch because I came to Engg just in time for my exam, and had to rush to my next exam right after the first one. I didn’t even have the time to browse through my notes before entering the exam room.

I already surrendered in defeat last Friday. After finding out how much I needed to get to pass the subject, the first thing that came into my mind was how impossible it was for me to get a score that high. So I lost the drive to study, and my brain was just saturated with too much information that it came to a point that I would stare at the same paragraph for 10 minutes, trying to comprehend it. I took the exam unprepared, and I stared at my exam paper for like 30 minutes before starting. And while I was shading letters in vain, I was thinking how stupid it was for me to go there when I don’t even know a single thing about the exam. I was regretting why I even tried.

The weird thing is, I didn’t even cry. I don’t even feel like crying. I lost the fight just like that — I don’t even have the right to say that I TRIED.

I ate dinner alone, contemplating on how I would tell my parents of the foreboding SINGKO on my TCG.

Haaaaayyy.