Sunday, January 11, 2009
@#£$%^&**newsflash* bringing you updates from the era of the pre-o-level-results-release-date apocalypse; it's twenty-four hours to go and tension mounts all over singapore in agonizing anticipation of the big O bomb! it's panic at the disco - and everywhere else inhabited by at least one trembling o level student, for that matter - and we are seeing strange phenomena occurring all over our tropical island as manifestations of that masochistic dread which precedes every results day like a faithful yearly harbinger of doom and death and destruction; a knowing smile here, a tight-lipped grin there, ominous predictions of lifelong grounding (to non-teen readers, you may compare this suitably to a lifetime chained up in the darkest dungeons of beezelbub, chained to a desk and cleaning up beezelbub's paperwork for all of hell's blazing eternity - and we all know how bad beezelbub's paperwork is; most of hell's fires burn on his paperwork alone if that's any indication), low whispers of wills being penned, parties thrown as if to intensify future pain by experiencing present bliss, hobbies neglected, tasks strewn aside, the noblest of projects in pursuit of ultimate paradise abandoned as hundreds of students from hundreds of schools brought together in the same densely localized chronological boundary wait, with bated breath, for their earthly judgment, watching each excruciating jerk of the second hand, each stroke-inducing circular parade of the minute hand, all contributing towards the speedy sadism of the hour hand which drives relentlessly and inexorably towards the hour in which - in which -
I'M GOING MAD
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