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Hmppph..Finally. A reply.

Monday. 2.15pm
As usual, I was lying in the hall, channel-hoping and a chinese opera scene caught my eye. I stopped at that particular channel *eh-hem. "curiosity"* and then at that moment, i heard a voice.

H-AaaR-LLLOooooOo

*k-la. exaggerated a bit x) * A low-hoarse man's voice *wait. nothing spooky. no. it's not the opera fellas talking to me*. My first reaction was, "QUICK. Change the channel. I got an image to keep here!" Arghhh. When I thought no one was looking, when I thought it was safe to watch some lame show, then I realised no one is safe, anytime. It's always like that. When I'm all dressed up and confident, I'll never meet anybody I know but when I look like an ah soh going to market, all the familiar faces pop up. This time "luckily", it was just a postman -Earth to Leech: Abuthen? Who do you expect? Knight in shining armour?- Mr. Postman was here to send me my pos-laju. From where?.. Melaka-Manipal Medical College (MMMC) *yellow is appropriate. my light at the end of the tunnel*

Yeap. A reply, finally.

I am accepting this offer.

I am not as cool or as calm as I sound like.

I am both worried and excited. I prayed so hard for a chance to enter NUS, then UK for medic, then India. God gave me India. So, He must have plans for me there.

Well, if this is my choice, no regrets, I have to live it.

Tht's all for now .......before reality really smacks me on the head. This wont be the last you'll hear from me about this.

A person in my situation can still put such a positive poem. Weird. Maybe the stars part. I like stars.

-Be glad of life,

because it gives you the chance,

to love,

to work,

to play,

and to look at the stars-

[Henry Van Dyke]