Just Dance, Gonna Be Okay

Hey guys, I'm so sorry for being rude or ignorant on that fateful day. I wasn't in a good mood, like most of everybody else. I'm trying to get over it, and struggling to do so.

I'll be alright.

Yea so it was 9 A1, B3 for Biology (muahaha I can't believe this) and B4 for Literature (now you understand why I left the hall with tears).

If you're wondering where I went and what I did...

Well, I went to hug Pn. Julina again, apologised to Pn. Lim, chilled at 5S4 and wrote an essay on John Steinbeck's 'The Pearl' (so nostalgic, haiz).

Went to Sushi King for lunch with Mel and Iven.

I avoided my classmates (so sorry, dudes) so that I needn't get involved in a torrent of lamentations about the results. I rather discuss about drama and learn German.

Introducing Iven's invention -- arranging plates. It's the new vogue in Zen art, derived from the art of arranging flowers.

The most anticipated part of the day was the planned visit to Minda Ceria. We sat in Mr. Sean's room amidst the Sec 4 students and tried our best to hide our faces.

What we didn't expect was Mr. Sean to not notice anything at all. He came in and started talking about the SPM results, going on and on and on until the students started to laugh.

Couldn't believe it took him so long to sort us out.

Had a drink in Old Town with the whole gang: Kang, Cindy, WeiJiet, Chester, Sarah, PeiWen, HuiChi, Sharon, Edwin, Jason, Vivian and I. Terrence came later (sleep some more la).

Friday was difficult. I felt so alone in college, for the first time I hid in the ladies' and cried. It occured to me as a shock that the presence of someone could be so disturbing... she makes me see myself as a liliputian in a world of giants.

I missed the days when I know not the difference of a shard of disappointment from a thread of glory. You babies are so lucky...