Today was the day where my 2 years of hard work finally culminated with a results slip. Right, it's just a slip of paper. But it is this piece of paper that has such a bearing on your life that you wonder what you can actually do with/in/about your life if you fail to perform.
Not gonna lie but I even dressed up and made myself look pretty before leaving for school just in case if I had to cry over crappy results, at least I looked pretty. It was my one shot at redemption from feeling like a loser who had no university to go to when everyone around me would probably be happy over meeting admission criteria in their university offers from top universities around the world. As everyone flew to UK to attend Oxford/Cambridge/LSE and US to attend Ivy League schools, where would
I go?
Standing at the bus-stop in front of my house, I waited as the bus that would take me to school for me to face my future was approaching me. Where should I go from here? I could still turn back and head home. But I'd have to face my future sooner or later...

With a heavy heart, I boarded the bus to school. I was pretty calm, surprisingly. Compared to my hyperventilating self when I was collecting my O-levels result slip 2 years ago, My heart was maybe pounding just a little faster today? Because I knew I had done my best. Other than sleeping and having my meals, I was glued to the chair, studying for about 15 hours a day. I had no regrets.
( A contemplative ride to school )