I am screwed. No, not in the subservient context of my ass getting pounded and humped. But the possibility of being a train-wreck, grappling with a tumultuous week ahead. It's just day TWO of the week yet agendas and assignments are abound relentlessly.
I have toiled and put in extra effort towards my modules' projects since the beginning of the semester. It's God sent that i am in a band of project mates that shared my vision to seek for an A. The blood, tears and sweat better reap gratifying rewards. Otherwise for a D result, i will murder myself by stabbing my eyes with mom's anna sui eye pencil and pushing a dildo down my throat while putting Rihanna's songs on loop mode. It's an original hara kiri that Mortal Kombat game would like to copy from. Whatever.
On a lighter note, i have signed up for a certain singing competition. The audition will commence tomorrow and i feel not a bit of anxiety nor arrested with panic attacks. Because shamelessly i profess that i can sing man. We'll find out together as i detail the whole process. Can't hardly wait. Oh I'm singing Oleta Adams 'Get Here'. Darn high notes to register okay. ('',)
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