But fortunately, I finally got a good sleep yesterday night. Because everything seemed to have work out the way I planned, and things are going simply - perfectly well.
The rehearsal turned out fine. I am terribly grateful that the Form Four members were willing to show up. They're amazing girls. Very supportive, I say. No doubt, knowing that the guys who were lost in the other world didn't come for the rehearsal got me on rage. Definitely.
But oh well. Just struck my nerves you know? But still oh well.
It was also the PMR Result Day too. As I reached school, I recalled back how did the exciting and tremendous feeling was like a year ago. A lot of students were in school already, anticipating as I was before. When I stepped in, I almost got affected by the keyed-up and jumpy atmosphere, like I was going to get my own results too.
But nah. I strolled off from the nervous crowd and headed to block G hall. Daniel was there, he came one hour earlier, haha. Anyways, I'm glad of his presence too. We chatted casually about this and that, and Kai Wei came too.
By 11, we started the practice, Shing Wei's a great choreographer. I'm so glad that she's in my team! God knows what am I suppose to do without her. Nonetheless, we had tons of fun while practicing.
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When I got back home, I hit the sack immediately, didn't realize I was that torn out until I felt my head on my comfy pillow. I had a really long sleep, and only woke up by 6.
Aah.
At night, I successfully finished off a Chinese Essay: Wei Xiao Mian Dui Sheng Huo/Smile Upon Your Life. I spent around 2 hours and got it done. Damn I was proud. Usually it would take me a whole day to finish it, but I'd done quite a lot of reading on that topic, got some inspirations from dad regarding recent cases in the newspaper. Copied a little from here and there, and wa-lah!
I felt complete and at total ease. So relax, and calm. I have some many people to be thankful of, who made my day, who brightened my life, who brought me up from my previous wrecked apart days.
Come rain or shine, till death do us part?
