suspense packed day it WAS!

though there was this sense of detachment at not being part of the whole "receivin my results today" thing, i'm pretty grateful i din haf to suffer the anxiety that soon.
that's a retainees cowardice for you.
"once bitten, twice shy", takes that phrase to a whole new level don't you think?

mixed results from different mix of people.
i haf some frens scoring a fantastic 4 As to others scoring C-D-E.
such a polarised range leaves me speechless, and makes me come to this realisation... you never know wad to expect.
i duno wad to expect from myself!

i'm scared and traumatised, leaving me blocked, and helplessly starin at each of my fren's results, and wondering, " would mine be that? or that? or that?"
and the more i stare, the more mixed my emotions get, until a personal hall of A level result recipients occupy my head crying and cheering, till the pressure of their voices pound against my skull in a rhythm that beats to the time of "GET those A-s! STU-DY NOW!"

and then i stare at a wall wishing i was back in my mother's womb, where innocence and naivety were my key attributes. and while in there, the only thoughts i entertained, was the pleasant need to kick my mum on her uterus walls. * thump thump!

no point tryin to rant my way out. that's suppose to be wad ELVIS does best.
A levels, here i come.
bring on ur worst, i'll be right here,
to Take- You- ON!.
(i'll be getting those A-s, you just WAIT.)