While I brood over Hamlet;

So.

I guess the whole nation is very much aware of the fact that, well, results are out. For O Levels, AS and A2 Levels. That sounds weird, but never mind. And over the past nearly 24 hours, there has been breakdowns, tears of joy, sorrow, regret, rage and probably plain ol' disappoinment and gratitude have been shed. Curses have been uttered, praises accompany them. It's surreal seeing this again. Jolts you into remembering what the future holds; or rather, not knowing what it's got in its hands.

And where do I stand? I guess I expected my results, but didn't exactly expect it as well. I can't say I've done my best; I've probably done worse than ever, in terms of my standards, what's expected of me. But I'm grateful I didn't literally bomb any of them; except for Math, probably. HAHA. Ah well. You wouldn't need Math for either English Studies or Journalism, would you?

I'd probably need a B to get a freaking scholarship, though. Ugh. Hauling ass in order to ace (or not bomb the thing anymore) Math commences.... When I've got my schedule in order and my homework done. Mwahaha. Sometime this week, if all goes well and I've pulled my head out of the pretty clouds and nonexistent rainbows.

Scary. All of it. It's scary. So unclear.

Hamlet and his failure to pull-his-head-out-of-his-butt-to-kill-his-uncle-for-murdering-his-father pales by comparison, honestly. So suck on that, mate.