The collision of your kiss
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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Man oh man. The Day has arrived; an alarming 2 hours or so away. Will I be left with only the polytechnics to choose from? Will I screw up? Will I remain in NYJC? The answers all lie in that envelope lying among the huge pile of results slip, waiting for my trembling, sweaty hands to receive them. Good luck to all receiving their 'O' level results today.


And I will always think of you as the sun*