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I Call Myself ZOMBiE CYGIG
"Educated" At Maha Bodhi School, Victoria School, Anderson JC, LASALLE College of the Arts
What I Do Lazing, Hobby Crafting, DIY, Graphic Design, Computer Stuff that you don't get it
What I Avoid Hipsters, Soccer, Apple Brand, Outings
How Am I Like Logical, Practical, Off-Beat, Anti-Social, Sarcastic
The starting was easy, and it meant trouble at the back. Sure enough, the last battle was not as simple as it seemed. I was pacing up to meet the questions at the end, and i skipped quite a lot of them in front. They were either too difficult or that I had mental block. Towards the third quarter, I was racing against time. I hate that. Thinking processes fastened alongside with fear of miscalculations and major errors. My thread of thought was cut off several times as i applied to much tension in my thinking. Fuck it. The last fifteen minutes was...crap. My mind then was in a chaotic state. As i glance around and saw the gal beside me going beserk, i could almost see her tears as she pulled her hair in agony. Poor thing. I knew i was doomed but i could do nothing. The initial damage cost me about a loss of 30+ marks. Meaning my score ends the most at 90 instead of 120. That was freaking painful.
Actually i expected that, thus i was not extremely hurt. After the paper i met up with Terrence. In the toilet i told him i was looking for a job in Mac, he actually told me "Awww...sad...see my penis is weeping for you..". I laughed bitterly and proceed on my way home. And then i realised something: Game Over