I had a dream last night. I was taking an important History exam. From the looks of the faces of my ex-classmates and schoolmates, it had all the doom and gloom of an SPM paper. I was shuffling around looking for my alloted classroom in the hustle and bustle, dragging along a ping-pong table. Folded of course.
When I realised I was in the wrong classroom and not wanting to drag the table any further, I asked the class if they minded me leaving my ping-pong table there. They didn't mind and pointed me to a row of ping-pong tables lined neatly where I could leave mine. How convenient.
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