A story that will be continued tomorrow.

Sweat formed on his palms. He was nervous, not knowing what will be his fate. 16 years of his life flew by (yeah right) like a flash, and his future depended on a stupid slip of paper. The time to collect his results had not arrived yet. Now, even sweat formed on his forehead. His friends, seeing him in this state, said "Wah, kan cheong until lidat ah? So no confidence meh?" He (the main character) replied "No lah, is the hall very hot, not I kan cheong. Don't kennyhow anyhow say la." Garnering a few nervous laughs, everyone is nervous now. Even the smartass who got eight marks for L1R5 during his prelims is feeling nervous now. Time ticked by as slow as a snail, so slow that he swore that he saw the second hand was turning backwards. The dreaded moment was arriving, and the story will be continued tomorrow.

Somehow, I don't feel like going to work tomorrow. Unless I jump in joy at 2.30p.m, I think I'm gonna be in a mood that's pretty emo. So much for being an anti-emo kid.