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Terrible. Terrible.

Physics - A, Maths - B+, Chemistry - B+, General Studies - C+. CGPA- 3.25 which was under satisfactory. It was very, very low compared to my expectations. However, those expectations were based on my imaginations where the rule of... Continue Reading →

Am I Ready?

No. And never, Will be. Life has deadlines, Even when it is set, We will never be ready For what is to come. Procrastination, Kills, Sucked. Asked, "Are you ready?" No. No matter how much you prepared, You will never... Continue Reading →

Last Minute

Three days till my first paper, and I feel, I am fucked. Somehow, I managed to procrastinate until these last few days, and study, and sleep for most of the times. The agony, irony, are the least that I could... Continue Reading →

A Brewing Storm

Months turned into weeks, Weeks turned into days, like, so fast, that you have no time at all, to process all of these. I was standing, in front of the impending storm, A fucking shitstorm, I was wearied, Scared, shitless.... Continue Reading →

Don’t Create Problems.

Another day, another period that I hated the most in school, I did not hate the period due to its syllabus, but due to the teacher. If a teacher made you hate some subject because of him, I felt so... Continue Reading →

Boon And Bane

I have been teaching for a few years, picked this skill up in order to sharpen my patience, and my choice of words when coming to conveying an information. Nothing had stopped me from teaching, even now, there are bestial... Continue Reading →

I Need to, I Have to, I Must.

Anxiety, nervousness, fear. All of them attacking me at once. I am falling, My mind is clogged. Sleep is deprived. Too much, too many, Effort is not there, At all. Information, knowledge, Messed up. Fragmented lots, Unknown cavities, Conning against... Continue Reading →

Spirit of Excellence

"Stop showing your best version under circumstances, show them everytime, and anytime." Her view riveted into me, "This is called the spirit of excellence." P.S. AUG 2017

Talking to Myself

Pain, once more. Less than 90 days, 88 days to be exact, counting down to the first term of STPM, I did nothing, less than expected. Why did I do so? Because I procrastinate, because I was asshole in time... Continue Reading →

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