Hey! It's not quite that secret. Was it a mere, casual passing-by glance, or was it intentional? Intentional, I hope. No I don't hope anything. Anyway. Three point five. Because 3.5 and a fullstop doesn't look nice. It looks like I forgot an extra number after the fullstop. Not that I'm complaining - or that I'm in any position to - but, - and honest! I got my just desserts - I'm just. *Mental reboot* Many things are running through my head. Which is normal, unlike Charles at Singapore Idol, whose mind was blank right before his results. I mean seriously! He could have been thinking of so many things! Am I in the top 3? Bottom 3? Can I get to the finals? Am I handsome? Okay, so I ran out of things for him to think of, but hey! His brain, his thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking of things for him to think about. Go figure. Is 3.5, which is lower than the 50th percentile, enough to secure me my choice of options? Does it affect my confidence? What are my options, actually? So many things to worry about. Almost as though I'm strong enough to carry them all. As though His everlasting arms cannot carry me, cannot hold me up, as though He is not sufficient for me because 4H2 subjects is just too much for the God who created the heavens, the earth and Facebook. You should be ashamed of yourself. Can you not even be faithful in the small things, like QT, or reading the Bible, and then how can you expect to be faithful in big things, and how can you expect Him to do miracles when you don't fulfil your part? He must be so disappointed. But give me another chance to start afresh?