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Friday, August 04, 2006
Tonight is the horror night. Oh yeh, stop thinking dirty. It is actually that we have this lame streaming talk. This fact is not scary. The most scary thing is that we are going to have our level ranking!!! OMG!!! My parents are going, so bless me with luck that my level position is good.
I can still remember the time i got back my CA1 results with my parents. After the whole thing, my father was like, want me to go to the coffee shop opposite the school to grab a bite. I, being a avid eater, agreed. When we ordered our food, my father started talking. He asked me what class i want to get in for sec 3. i was lik, blank and blank. My father started saying things that i dont even understand, set aside listening. Even my mother "escaped" by giving an excuse that she was tired or something and went home. Dots...
I really really really hope that my level position will be okay. *Wish myself luck*
