Today Is The Day.

Today will be the day that I will not fall for myself.

The song of siren plays violently beyond our hearings.

My friends,

Ready your blue black spears of pens, to pierce through the parch of papers waiting.

Ready your wooden agile swords of pencils, to slash upon the OMRs taunting.

Ready your hard shield of erasers, to defend against the sneaky answers deceiving.

And ready your slips and ICs, as it is just the beginning.

So, The War begins.