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Friday, March 02, 2007

Don't you get pissed when people cry after they get results?
They make their friends crowd around them and console them as if they failed the exam when in fact they have, omg this is so awful, ONLY 3 A's.
Boo.

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I really didn't know what to say to console her in the cab just now even though I know that those results are okayyy.
I was in no place to say 'don't worry' because I don't know what I'd have done if I were in the same place.
But I do believe that things will work out fine, as they always do.

I'm freaking glad about my results. Its MUCH higher than my expectations.
haha.
I love my intelligent chung cheng best friends, whom I never doubted can get less than 6 distinctions. It makes me feel very dumb, but it is besides the point.

My Neo's angels did well, ah tan did well, Lugay did extremely well, and I'm extremely glad.
The one person whom I was worried about got BBC, so I think this occasion calls for us to pop some champagnes.

A few days before I discovered a black backpack being left behind under the Mrt seat.
Immediately I sprang to action asking the person next to the then empty seat if the bag was hers.
She shook her head and continued gossiping on her phone.
Yah she had that gossiping face that's why I know.
I stood there dumbly conjuring possible terrorist plots hidden in that bag in my mind and staring at her as the familiar voice, 'If you see any suspicious articles, please inform our staff or call 999.' droned in the background.

Call 999?
I seriously considered that.
There might be bombs or bombs or firecrackers! or snakes!
Anything could be inside!

So I quickly alighted the train at the next stop to alert the control station staff.
After describing the bag and its location, the man taking notes told me that they'll contact me if they need more information.
I said, "Okay I remember his face. The man who left the bag behind is handsome. "
'Why didn't you ask him for his number? If something happens we'll know who to look for and if nothing happens maybe you two can celebrate valentine's day together.'
Me: 'Oh shit la. Why didn't you tell me earlier? So wasted. '

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