Yep, I screwed it.
I attended a church wedding yesterday. You'd be thinking that it's quite a joke that someone like me would ever turn up at a church, but well...yea I was in a church. I liked the atmosphere, but couldn't help but guffaw at certain parts of the lectures/speeches (the proper term is...preach?). Something about doubts and how they will be dispelled. Nope, that didn't clear any doubts I had about my future because everyone knows that a man's life is dictated by paper qualifications, and mine seemed bleak.
The wedding dinner was very nice though. I never knew my uncle was from TCHS, then HCJC (HCI's former name), and his wife was from RGS, then HCJC. 11 years of romance, how sweet. They went back to HCJC for their photo-shoots too. Wonder if anyone caught them snooping around (technically speaking, they can't "snoop around" considering the camera crew and highly conspicuous dressing). Both did well in A levels (my uncle is a dentist, his wife, a lawyer), and there were many yellow jokes cracked about being a male dentist:
"Can legitimately ask a woman to open wider."
That cracked me up and got me into the mood. As in, the whole enjoying the mood thing, not the open wider thing.
It was quite intimidating though, because anytime anyone asks about my A level results, I'd have to spoil the joyous mood. In short, I lived through yesternight in fear of being a party-pooper. No one from the groom's immediate family broached the topic though.
At this point, there would be people who'd be thinking like:
"But Alastair, you're a genius (this I agree)! How badly can you do?!"
Apparently, quite badly.
There are people who are skeptical about the abysmal results I've reported to them. I'm pretty sure you guys are voyeurs too. There's a sudden increase in the visits after the A level results day. Since you guys are so interested, and I see no reason to hide/alter this piece of information, here is it. Laugh to your hearts content:
The paper clip makes me look organized. Don't be misled. It came as a package.
Yep, this simply means that I'm quite screwed and that I have very limited choices for university application. The A I've gotten for GP could be quite misleading. Apparently, around 40% of the A level candidates in my year got A for GP.
GP, by the way, means General Practitioner, so this means I'm qualified to be a doctor.
NUS Medicine, here I cum.
I've never been a huge fan of big-busted women, but I'd certainly rather see that DD on cup-sizes than on my results slip.
What's worse is when people try to tell me random stuff like "It's OK", almost as if it's not OK if that person hasn't said it him/herself. It's boring, really. I'm bothered by my results, but it's not like my world has collapsed. I don't need advice, I just need people to back off.
There's a Chinese saying that goes:
观棋不语真君子, 落子无悔大丈夫
观棋不语真君子, 落子无悔大丈夫
In short, go away. My life, my game of chess, my decisions. I will bear the consequences myself.
You'd say that I'm being childish and that I should follow the advice of my elders, but there's another song that goes:
I did it my way.
-- 3/06/2011 02:46:00 AM