Ler Jun’s theme of the day
“I am not immortal. I grow old and die.“
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Upon stepping into the hall, I was greeted by two pathetic aisles of balloons – blue and white – placed at the extreme corners, with goodies packed beside them. The stage cleaned, carried nothing except for yet another set of balloons stuck onto the wall. This one’s different: it’s silver and glittery, and formed a heart-wrecking, “Farewell”. Truth to be told, I was flabbergasted at the horrific interior design that could either mean a low-budget or a creativity deficit. Last year’s interior design for this sacred event far outweighs our farewell assembly. In addition, the masters of the ceremony, a name of prestige, weren’t really professional. I cannot comprehend why they are unfamiliar with the sequence of events, using papers as their scripts instead of cue cards, and referring to most of it for the whole time. Having hosted…
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