Thursday, 02 July 2009

  • If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel-nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.

    Dorothy Gilman, A New Kind of Country, 1978.

    No words could describe how I felt when I kept refreshing the page.

    I kept refreshing, refreshing and refreshing.

    The agony of waiting; the fear.

    Oh well, we got our IT in Business marks today by e-mail, and boy, most of my friends got it earlier, and the agony of waiting was so horrible!

    I kept refreshing the page, until my computer nearly went dead! Hah!

    I refreshed until I felt so numb when I got my results. AH, 4 more marks to Distinction.

    Indeed, the best thing arrives on time. Late things are never the best.

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