Heart pounding. Adrenaline pumping. Blood rushing. Nerves overwhelming. Signed on the log. Received my paper. 55%. Crap. AGAIN?? I screwed it up. Read through the comments. Dissapointed. "What does the marker wants??" Sighed. No tears. Heart hardened. Spoke to God. I did my best. Perhaps could have done it better. Maybe alot better. But... I tried. Now thinking: WHAT AM I GOING TO GET FOR EXAMS????? WHERE HAS MY DISTINCTIONS GONE TO??? 14 more days to go... 14!! And haven't started on ANYTHING. Had mock exam - open book. Would have failed if did not have the book. Stared at the question: "In his article 'Perpetual Noise: Thinking about Media Regulation', why does James Donald argus that there is no such thing as deregulation? What are the implications of this arguments for media policy?" WHAT....?? Huh..? James Donald? Deregulation? Crap. Oh no. I am dead. Si. Mati. Need to work my butt off for exams. The fear. The nerves. The feeling of being a loser. Failure. 4 modules... Endless topics. Endless theories. Crap. Demoralised...
Miss Communicator sucking in Communications.. Ha.. Irony. Maybe should stick to Journalism. Miss Journalist??? O.o
Need to rely on my memory capacity. Need to increase it. Need gingko nuts (Ha..). Oh God, I need your strength. You are my refuge. I cast this fears and burden to you. Desperately need to study. Sarah, jiayou!! Live with confidence.
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