Today was emotional. First there was POC in the morning.. marching in with weapons high port, signifying the end of our course.. it was a damn proud moment for 41st WOCC. I guess it eventually hit home that from today onwards, we won't be known as 41st WOCC anymore.. SIGH. Plus Joyce won't be joining us for our Leadership term.. it's damn saddening. I'm gonna miss these girls like hell after Leadership term.

Then of course, results. I must say I wasn't even thinking about it since yesterday we had a 24-km route march, and all that was on my mind was how to survive w/o getting blisters. Then afer that, I think all 10 of us in camp were practically the only A Level students round the country who had no problems getting to sleep the night before results, cos we were so bloody shagged. Plus, we had to wake up at 6am the next day to rehearse for our parade. SO results were the last thing on my mind.

Must say I'm quite upset with my Math grade, after all the effort I put in. Got a very average C, so.. was really pissed that it marred the otherwise perfect results slip. GP too was a disappointment, but History S was a very pleasant surprise, what with that Distinction that appeared outta nowhere, compelling me to give Ms Suhaili a HUUUUGE hug after that. Despite everything, I'm ok about it, I'm not gonna whine and complain that I didn't do as well as I expected because I really didn't expect anything stellar. Just knowing that I did put in my all is enough.

So now, the real world is beckoning.