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  • Thursday, February 09, 2006
    Turning point

    I guess tomorrow's a really significant day.
    When I step into Xinmin tomorrow, feel the rapid thudding of my heart; Close my eyes and pray to all Entities to grant me good grades; I know that I'll remember that day for a long long long time.
    I'm not really nervous now.
    I'm quivering with anticipation.
    I want to know.
    I need to know.
    Whether all those months of writing notes and not reading them worked out.
    Whether my frantic overnight memorising sessions served me well.
    Whether the concerted effort of practising my math while playing computer games helped out.
    Whether all those times I sat down to revise notes worked to my advantage.
    Whether my 4 years in a secondary school was worth anything at all.
    Whether I'll go to a JC, a Polytechnic or an ITE; Or end up in hell.

    I need to know.
    I'm dying to know even if the results make me want to die.
    I want to know now.
    Now.
    I hope I'll see a smiling face tomorrow.
    The benign smile of a certain Mr Pah when he passes me my results slip.
    I hope I lived up to my parent's expectations.
    And of course my own targets.
    The thudding of my heart; the pulse of blood in my head; the tears in my eyes;
    God/ Gods/ Divine beings: I'm praying.

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