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Currently in bed with a splitting headache and prelims officially begin tomorrow (excluding GP which was). Unprepared, insecure, nervous, yeah name it all. I couldn't even complete half of what I was supposed to do. Okay go ahead and laugh at me. I'm a joke. Who slacks off at the end? Me. Fuck this. Anyway, there's nothing I can do at this instant without risking my brain exploding from this pain so I have to sleep. The past few nights of sleeping at 3/4+ am have finally taken a toll on me. And it's bloody 1 am now why on earth am I still blogging I should be sleeping (even though tomorrow's paper is in the afternoon). I'm a loser really. I suck at the whole examination thing. My dad told me to give my best shot and that's what he always said. And he added on by saying I still have the last try and that is the As. And yeah, that made me think. How many second chances are there? And it's precisely because we know there's something to cushion our fall, we lose guard and slack off. And we died. The sad thing is, there aren't really many second chances. Like our lives, there's a limit to everything. How many 'second chances' would I take to be the best that I can be? I have been exploiting  all these 'second chances' that didn't belonged to me in the first place and I'm in shame. I hate myself for that. My second last chance is tomorrow. Another try. There aren't unlimited tries, I have to bear that in mind. Ok time to sleep. I'm really dying from this headache.