What was supposed to turn out as a happy event became sour and awkward. And as much as I'd like to blame it on the situation, the people, the tickets, the lack of information, I knew that the night was ruined because of my inefficiency. In short, I screwed up.
So because of the boo-boo, everything changed. The damage was irreversible and we had to live in the consequence of my mistake.
Sigh. Anyway, I've learnt my lesson and I'm glad that the movie - Shaolin, cleared the air a little.
Ps: I didn't expect Shaolin to be a touching tear jerker. Ladies, remember to bring your tissuepapers with you!
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