I've gotten back some of my papers.
my prelim results prove to me that whenever I try so hard, my dreams are shattered into tiny little pieces.
sometimes I wish I'm as smart as them.
most of the time I wish I'm as smart as them.
all of the time I wish I'm as smart as them.
my results make me wanna try so much harder, I've got four more weeks to the o's.
FOUR MORE WEEKS, AND IT'S THE O'S.
and rafael, you're not making things any easier for me at home.
yes, I love you like any sister would love her brother, which I would never admit in a gazillion years, but sometimes I wish that you'll understand me.
and I'm not one of your guy friends.
god, I'm your sister.
and all I want from you is a little respect, and maybe some appreciation.
that's not much to ask for, is it?
at this point of time, I need your help to get me through this.
the both of us are having major exams.
we can pull through this together.
we're supposed to be twins, right?
well, supposed to, anyway.
so, please, do me a favor.
make me smile, not curse you under my breath, okay?

"Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fancy meet."