Chequie,

EL papers are okay. If Mrs Lee told me to write a lot in Paper 1, I think I may win the Academy Awards for writing super-nonsense stuff in the paper. At least I don't waste half an hour sleeping now because I ended the papers 5 minutes before the invigilators told us to put down our fucking pens. Nevertheless I'm still not confident of getting at least a decent pass because I was extremely drowsy when doing Paper 2 and became a star karat because Hannie and I entered the Hall late when everybody already settled down.

Ooh, speaking of this, I called Hannie in the middle of the Hall using Ah Leong's handphone. Makes me feel like someone special. The people were looking at me. Ah. She was crying at the other line. Chill Hannie, at least I called you. =)

After the paper, went back home, only to know that I have counselling with Mr. Zim and I made my way there, sleeping in the bus. It was a torture, bursting into tears when I told him everything. He asked me to make an appointment with the hospital tomorrow to sought help from a psychiatrist. I was trembling, and shocked. That far? To that stage? Well, I went back home and made an appointment. They still accepted me.

That is all. I'm sick.