A Levels in two days. No. Make that 36 hours.

I never thought I'd succumb to the stress the A levels give to Singaporean students, but I did. And it was horrible.

Knives poking my head; trying to focus on Sastera cause I love it, a big meat knife piercing my head, running to the toilet, crying to Jay on the phone, then puking my $3.00 lunch into a 7-Eleven plastic bag.

Very nice, Sham. Very nice.

I'm gonna stay headstrong until I get through this storm of information overload. God help me, please.