about turn

Shana and I are both glad that we'll be going to school together again this August. Hope I'm in the same tutorial group as her.

I'm pretty relieved to have finally gotten my results. A little disappointed about medicine, but mainly relieved. It's like setting my mind in focus after a long deluge. Like finally going after being constipated for a long time :D For want of a more appropriate example.

Ahhh. Nick, I get to be a bum! What about you?

Now the hard bit is telling everyone I didn't get it. Sucks man. I hate to have to deal with their reactions.

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So that was when I checked the online results two days ago.

Got my letter from NUS today, from FASS.

SingPost sucks man. They folded my freshman guide. Sucky postman. They always fold our mags, like Nat Geo. Now all my letters and stuff inside are folded. What the hey. Crap service.

So relief is one thing. I feel disappointed. And unreasonably lonely today.

I miss Sami. I miss the short colleague. I miss Elaine. I miss Shooee.

I'm looking forward to meeting Shana and Jamie tomorrow for dinner. It should be a cheering meal.

I am determined NOT to appeal. Because I agreed with God that I shall not force my way in. Although, I've spent so long thinking that it's what I really want to do, it seems a little difficult to change focus now. And I would have liked a chance to try it.

I only hope Nicholas gets in. I shall be doubly disappointed if he doesn't. Somehow if he gets in, it will seem alright in the end.

Go, Nick. Please give me good news.

I shall stew in my own juice for a few days. By next Friday, I shall tell everyone who helped me like Mdm Tham and Jonathan and everyone else who cared, the news.

God help me. I feel like such a let down.