Basket.

For the moment, everything is at end and I have not a worry in the world. Strange feeling.

Busy day tommorrow though, with the NUS Open House on and more than one talk and exhibition to attend concerning my UK university applications. I want some time to go out and get a new book or two but I know tertiary education is more important.

In other news, I don't think there is a time when I've been happier or more proud of myself. Both my results and my passing-out from BMT have been wonderful confidence boosters; I'll even go so far as to say the twin events have cleared away years and years of self-doubt and insecurity. They proved I could do it - something I seriously doubted when mired in academic trouble and haunted by fears of a hellish BMT last year.

I even tried to escape these fears, pushing back day by day the preparations I was supposed to have been doing and instead trying my best to have as much fun as possible.

In the end I had to face them, I did, and now I have beaten them. Somewhat surprisingly, the way I see it. Yet I'm very glad I'm through with it all and have come out in one piece.

Onward to whatever the future might hold.