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first of all,
SCREW YOU, CAMBRIDGE.
1pm: sitting on my desk, reading up on the horoscope section. WRITTEN: YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS 9. oh yes, raw 9! i thought.
2pm: While i was sitting on the RIGHT side of the hall, my hopes were still pitched high. with ppl having great confidence in me, esp CLIFFPAPA. he told me to give him a blow kiss if i went up on stage, (hah.) well, toobad, no blow kiss, papa!
Looking at the GAY results BBSS achieved, with MrsKee rambling and rambling on the excellent results, hopes was gradually turning into reality. Till the "8-distinction slide" was on display, everything crashes. *heart sanks*
I tried to console myself, thinking that chun will bring me good results. MissTay didnt smiled to me when she gave me the slip, i was thinking: GG.
I brought the slip outside of the hall, and disaster befalls.
chun said, disappointing wor// :S
didnt dared to go home, i'm scared of another round of "music".