And so it begins.

Isn't it strange that a slip of paper which weighs so light in your hands can weigh so heavy on your heart? The more things we relate to the slip of paper, the heavier it becomes. In a sense, those things that are considered so important to us, such as scholarships, careers and futures, are like anchors, and the more we relate them to the slip of paper, the heavier it weighs on the heart.

Back at RIJC, I was feeling quite calm and collected. Actually, I think what I felt probably resembled a sense of detachment more, a consequence of treating the slip of paper as what it really is than what it may be, without all the excessive deadweight that accompanies the anchors mentioned above.

Results. First came relief. Floods and floods of it! Then joy soon arrived, but it was kept within me and little of it was expressed, for I thought that those who may not have shared similar results might be affected in some way. Friends might recognize the happiness twinkling in my eyes, though others may mistake the passivity as nonchalance. Celebrations were similarly muted as many of my good friends did not get the results that they have had in mind.

With the collection of results over, I guess the chapter of my life that spans across two memorable and scintillating years has finally concluded. I suppose the next step got to do with the university applications, scholarship applications and other nitty-gritty stuff. Yet, I have this feeling of dislocation lodged within me, like I have no idea what to do next. I want to do something exciting! Something new! Or maybe just something that is pure fun! Maybe it's a subconscious need to celebrate! But I can't think of anything. SIAN.

I guess it's just the aftermath of collecting results, and the tides of routine from my desk-bound job will soon wash away these residual effects. But for now, I just feel like taking up a risky enterprise, because I can and because I want to.

Following your heart is the hardest thing to do, sometimes.