Onetwothree.

Long but easy, she said. I lost the words right at the first question. I was literally shaking the whole time, but maybe Math gives more chills than the huge aircons in the first floor rooms. I could smell the coffee I spilled on my shorts while I was trying to shoo away two bees shooing my sanity away in return. Or maybe I was already gaga then anyway, what with a whole sheet of yellow paper with inverted A's and E's and more, 45 minutes to put all that in my head. In between moments and battles of confusion and clarity, I tried to remind myself that there were no exceptions with faith.

And so I just try to at least keep what I perhaps already have. It's the only thing that has been holding me together when everything wants me to panic, what has been getting me through even just the slightest thought of regrets and disappointments. And I can ask myself now how things can't be okay.

On Saturday, I will watch TV and stay in bed the entire day. :)