Loser Mugger

I don't know about you, but my exams are over.
I'm still feeling the stress in me.
You know, that's the thing about going to poly.

In poly, you'll be experiencing two moments.
The happy moment, and the wanting-to-commit-suicide moment.

One moment you're totally carefree and before you know it, it's the semestral exams.
And then, you'll be mugging.
Stressing your hair out.
Eating more papaya than necessary.
Screaming at people.
Giving people black face.
Refuse to lend your friends your notes for the fear of your friends getting higher grades than you.
And cry cry cry.

Pissing people off.
Pissing yourself off.

Pick a fight with your boyfriend.
Accuse him of cheating on you.

And then, there's Paris.
I love Paris.
She's my strength.
Owh well, I love everything about her except for her too high-pitched mews.
Not good for your ears.

Owh, and she woke me up at seven in the morning.
With her high-pitched mews of course.
Forcing me to play with her.
Scratching my face.
What a tiny sucker.
Who the hell wakes up at that time when you have no school or exams.

Owh, for Paris' sake.