How'd my results turned out?

Just heh. I'm still alive aren't I? No lines on my wrist, no bruise(s) on my body. I guess I'm fine. One thing, life is more relaxing now. No more taunting dreams about not getting any As, failing my BM therefore making me illegible to taking my cert. No hyperventilating happening when I think of how much I fucked up in my papers. I can just calm down, sit back, put my feet on the table , eat some junk foods whilst watching some good film. At least for the meantime.

Also, I need to start applying for school/s before my dad jumps up to the chance and throw me to Curtin, because that's what he is still persisting on. I have my eye on one school. Everyone that's relevant to me knows what school that is. In my previous post I mentioned it a few times if not just once. And that school shall be the school I will be affiliated to. Not Curtin, for sure. No. Just no.

But because I'm reconsidering of the expenditure that my dad would need to cough out for me per month, I guess I will look out for a back up school that would cost less. Nonetheless, it won't be in Miri. Or Sarawak. I'll be damned. Heck, if I could just come out and say, "Oh haaay, I wanna go to uh... London to study", I would. Don't hesitate to think for one second I wouldn't. But that is only if I could. I can't. And plus, it would be interfering with my plans. It's far too early for London according to my plans.

(What is this plan that I am talking about? None of your buzishness okay? It's top secret and only for the eyes of a certain person bestowed by the name of Felicia Julin to lay upon. Ya gots it hommie?)

OK, s'all.