Blood, sweat and tears.
(Mostly sweat because the fan in my living room is such a pain in the rear)
[Not much tears, just put that in to make up the three]
I've worried for weeks.
WEEKS OF NO SLEEP.
And today... is the day...

I decided very early on that it will be bad luck and a very bad omen, to tell anybody (or discuss) this impending doom for I feared that it will make the doom even more doom-ier.. if there were ever such a thing possible.
I kept it to myself and worried all on my own (with the occasional "OH MY LORD I'M SO SCARED" that I served on a verbal platter to my friends).
They kept saying "It will be fine".. I kept saying "I'm gonna kill myself".
That's how it has been for weeks.
I've been mapping out suicide plans in the event that the doom does not wipe me out completely.
Little did I know, I was expected to throw myself into hell's fire. I was to walk through the flames of hell itself and knock on it's door (which would be full of molten gold, I presume.. you know, heat)..
Which I did. Today.
I girded my loins and marched through ready to face the dreadful wrath of Beelzebub, Belial and Lucifer combined. I took a huge breath, and walked in....

And as it turns out, the doom... was not very doom-y.
Hell, was not really hell.

[Translated: I PASSED!!!! I CAN GRADUATE!!!! I DID NOT FAIL!!!!]

Okay, the truth without the drama.
I walked in and she told me "Third class" (Don't judge, I totally expected to fail.. getting something with a class in it is a present served on a golden plate from God.. if you believe in God).
I almost cried. I promise you there were traces of tears... as much as my damn self will allow, anyway.
I heaved a sigh of relief and she said "I know. We were all relieved that you passed as well".
I thanked her... sincerely... and immediately ran out of the staff room.
Not because I was upset.. Oh, no.
Because the tears were threatening to pour.
I have said this before.. I do not cry in public. Only on three seperate occasions have I cried in public and two of them was in primary school when I fell and had food poisoning (respectively). (The third was recently but it was not necessarily a downpour but more of a sniffly, sparse drizzle of tears).
But we're getting sidetracked here.. I find myself to be sentimental when I'm happy.
Anyway, I ran out, ran into my car, locked the car (switched on the engine.. damn the sun is hot).. sat in there awhile, let it all soak in and then the tears came in bucket-loads.
I called SJ and wailed in happiness. I bet I sounded like a walrus.. with a cough.
I called Nut and continued wailing.
I wailed to Claireeey as well, I believe.
I sent a wail-y message to my Dad.
My Mum called and I wailed.
I ran wailing into my grandmother's room.
I sent out a Twitter full of wail.
[Claireeey, you can choose to read 'wail' as 'whale' for your own entertainment]
(Wail, here, does not have a negative meaning although I know I'm using it in the wrong context.. but it did sound like I was sad when I wasn't)

The rabbits are happy.
The sharks are happy.
The snowman have not melted.
It's a very happy day in my world.

... only to be ruined by the hell that is Japanese exam tonight ...