In the wake of exam

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To this semester, a semi-colon is marked at the final warning of pen-down. Exam ended in a diminuendo and post-exam celebration braced itself for a full throttle. On Friday night, my thirst for classical music was finally slaked at Philharmonic Hall, relishing Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

as every note reverberated, weaving one of the greatest ballets of all time, "Swan Lake". As the earth turns its face, Saturday morning arrives with a quest. Ascended up 41 storeys of PETRONAS twin towers

and feasted over an eagle view of hectares of land thousands of feet below. On the exact same day, Stardust stood at my disposal, a fantasy film, served, just the way I like it.
Serene Sunday creeped slowly into dimension and hither came Holy Spirit, strong in the church, a reservoir whenever I need a refill of wisdom, comfort, peace and joy in this spiritual odyssey. At night, we had a steamboat dinner, alfresco, with the seniors. Waiting at hostel gate was our dessert, a black mark for breaking curfew.

Humbling Process

What does it take to bring me back? What does it take to concretise feelings? What is the ransom of revival?
Here is my answer: These few weeks.
I hereby reveal my recipe of preparing my finals:
1) A couple hours of television
2) A handful of day dreams
3) A pitcher of gaseous fluid
4) A pinch of music
5) and tons and tons and tons of dilly-dallying
And with that, I can already see what is happening in the oven. It smells like a fermented result slip.
In the humbling process, these are, painfully, the catalysts. Consequences are:acute heartache, ego collapsion.
Analysis of the results gives a sinusoidal graph, at least for today after Mechanics paper. Emotions are rockety. Confidence is buried.
Enough of this crap. What I was blabbing was------I did bad, I feel bad, I think I might continue doing bad. Not only for Mech. but for the past 10 papers I took. For each paper I took, confidence gradually peels off, the beat of doom drums resounds. Composing the symphony called "Doom of results".
So here is the turning point:
The remedy for my recuperation and vacuumisation of grief:-
1) Keep a pet in my dorm. A snake is a fine choice. I just don't know what my housemates would
think.
2) Complete one sudoku
3) Read up my NST
But most crucially, I need to talk to someone. Here is my list of choices:
1) My teddy, Nicholas Corpernicus

2) My sheep, Wilbur Wright
3) The Orang Utan on the poster in my bedroom
4) The mirror, Grace Ham
5) The air, Mr. Oxygen and Ms. Carbon Dioxide
Na ja, why bother? I have someone better in mind. I need to talk to Him. Yo God, here I come. If I were to shed a tear, let it be when I am in Your arms. If I were to fall, let it be one chance for You to pick me up again.
I take the deal, God. I accept the humbling process.
With one condition:pick me up next semester.