auditory orgasm.

OH MY GOD. IT'S HERE. I MEAN, IT'S REALLY

HERE. I MEAN WE KNEW THIS DAY WOULD

COME BUT DID WE REALLY KNOW THIS DAY

WOULD COME?

It's like the idea of one billion dollars. We can never see it, and we never thought we'd ever see it. But when we really do, we become breathless and cannot breathe and start holding things for support.

You see, I don't even know what I'm saying. My English has gone AWOL. Must be the jitters. The jittery jitters. I mean, even the smartest of the smartest would have a little ripple of nervousness behind their confident facade. Most of us should have probably staggered or trembeled in the thought of tomorrow. TOMORROW.

Were we ever this nervous for our PSLE? No. I don't remember being this stupid. I was just living one day at a time, lounging at my house after my exams when one day my mother said 'Namira, your results are tomorrow.' And I was like 'ALAH! I wanted to go swimming.'

As we mature and gain knowledge, we also become less immature and forget things. As we lose memories, we make new ones.

So to my beloved Hulabagi-ans. MY DEARS. GOOD LUCK FOR OUR RESULTS TOMORROW. WHATEVER THE OUTCOME, WE'LL STILL HAVE EACH OTHER AND WE'LL ALWAYS BE THERE. I LOVE YOU GIRLS. IF THERE WAS ONE THING I NEVER REGRETTED FROM THE ENTIRE OF MY SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE WAS THE EXISTENCE OF US AS A GROUP. OR AS A FOURSOME. AS A FAMILY. AS SISTERS! I LOVE YOU GIRLS.

-Namie. (gi.. not ghee)