i hate mugathon. explains why i'm still up at this hour to bury myself in my books and drown in the sea of words. i just suddenly recall my dream last night, and it was about exams. this is call PRESS. press = pre-exams syndrome. hurhur. i got so cranky that i think i can come up with anything under the sun. alright so i dreamt that i was late for my exams. so i got real panicky and rush into the exam hall. to add to the anxiety, i studied the wrong module. like WOW. real breakout and i thought, shit, this is the end of me. am so gonna flunk this shit and then i'm snapped back to reality.