GCE O Levels 2004 Results

holy macaroni!! i qualified for jc!! that wasn't suppose to happen at all!! i am simply blown away by the fact that i got a B3 for english and science!! i've always gotten like C6 for these subjects. the most explicit thing that appeared on my result slip was the 'C6' grade right next to my additional maths!! it was totally amazing! i've never gotten anything but F9 for it in every single major exams so far. what a total shocker.

a major disappointment has to be my failure in combined humanities which i'm very ashamed of. tsk. what a bummer to my almost perfect result slip. literature was supposed to my niche subject. in other words that bloody social studies was what pulled my grade down, ALL the way down. i'm aiming for catholic jc cause it's so totally near my place, but innova won't be a bad choice either. not mentioning names but i feel sad and sorry for my friends who failed or didn't do well in english. it's a huge pity because they don't have much options left to decide their future. take me for example. a fail in combined humanities could very well mean that i'm not eligible to take literature in jc. tsk. what a bummer.

i "celebrated" my "success" by unspontaneously buying myself michael buble's it's time cd. actually i've been wanting to buy it for quite some time now. but isn't it weird that the first cd you bought after 13 months is michael buble's? one would expect a teenager to purchase something like good charlotte or JoJo. but michael buble, even i'm suprised.

Me at 67.

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
courtesy of poetry.com

This poem had me thinking, way ahead into the future. What would life be like 50 years down the road? Would I be living in a world full of regrets and confined love? Family, would I have one to call my own? I certainly do not wish to spend my golden years all by myself, isolated from the world around me.