Before I start, here are my results
English (1A for 1119, woohoo~)
English in Literature
The day before the results was a nightmare. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have worried so much, but we all know that's impossible.
So there was a lot of congratulating, stuff like that, and disappointments too.
I still remember the day before, while I was on my bed, ready for the sleep that was restless, I prayed that whatever the results were, I would be able to accept them.
And true enough, my results weren't tragically horrible, but it ain't exactly the most desirable.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful about the results, but there always was a hope that it would be better than what I had expected.
I felt that the results was really the result of the amount of effort that I had put into my studies: good yet not the best. Though I was a little disappointed for my English Literature paper ... sigh.
But really, there's nothing to regret about.
It is what it is.
Though an extra A would've gotten me another 2 grand, or 2 A's for another 4 grand.
But it's too late for that.
I don't know what my parents think though. Of course they would have hoped for 9A+'s, and my dad says that he is proud of my results ... but I will never know. Honestly, I think they expected better.
I moved on quicker than I had expected.
And before I know it, my SPM results will become irrelevant, as A-levels will soon overshadow it. Would I put more effort? Only time will tell ...