A Levels are over. The very meaning of that statement hasn't quite sunk in yet, though we're already trying ways and means to enjoy this new found freedom, like playing Catch and Freeze (was it?) around Centrestage. The nagging feeling that I should be studying hasn't shaken off completely, but that's quite natural considering how we've had to bury ourselves in books for what seemed like a century.
This bout of A Levels has been nothing short of traumatising. For all the TYS papers that we've attempted, none were as unexpected and as challenging as this year's. The first week of As were enough to put me off and worry like crazy over screw-ups, and then came Physics paper 2, and Economics. The best.
But oh well, no point crying over spilt ink until the shock comes back all at once on a result slip bad enough to give me a heart attack.

For the time being, I love the prospect of meeting up, shopping for clothes that I'll finally be able to wear (no more FBTs, alright), watching movies and going prom-dress hunting (:
Before the spoiler of U apps, that is >.< I'm facing an identity crisis and I'm wondering why I even chose engineering in the first place. I don't want to spend the rest of my life doing something I don't like, because 2 years of PCME proved to be lethal enough.