The results for the PMR examination were out yesterday.

During the holidays, I have literally convinced myself that I would not get 7A’s. It was on the 5th of October, after my Geography paper, when I couldn’t control my curiosity and my fingers got itchy which made me went through the questions at home and checked my uncertain and dubious answers.

I spotted 15 incorrect answers, more or less. I might have been a little bit oversensitive that I’ve marked some of my correct answers wrong. But whatever it is, I had a strong feeling that I didn’t do well for Geography.

Moreover, I dreamed about my PMR results a couple of times before and the more I dream, the lesser A’s I get in those dreams.

I felt really annoyed lor… to see all the countdowns till Result Day on my friends’ MSN Personal Message. But it’s their Personal Message anyways, so I just shut my mouth.

Three things I did before Result Day.

1. Cut my hair short.
2. Clip my fingernails and toenails.
3. Shave my fine moustache.

For all you know, I might die of a heart-attack as soon as I touch my PMR result slip… or go bonkers and jump down from the third floor of my school block and fall onto the cemented floor head first and land myself into a coma and die two weeks later.

I wasn’t nervous last Wednesday. Fine, just a tiny wee bit nervous. But I did had a good night sleep… I even watched Snow White on Hallmark before I fell asleep. HAHA.

The nerves started to kick in in the morning when I woke up to pee. Ever since then, I never manage to fall back to sleep.

I got myself ready by 9:25AM and hitch a ride to school.

Well according to the newspaper, the PMR results will be out by 10AM but for some reason, my school made us wait a little longer… to make it more berdebar-debar perhaps?

That was probably the last time I could ever smile in my life.

Few minutes later, I saw a middling tall lady with a file in her hands marching across the hall towards us. IT WAS MY CLASS TEACHER!!! And before she even sat down, I shouted. HAHA.

There was a moment when no one dared to stand first in line or even anywhere around the table. Then I whispered to Alan, “I go first lah…” and courageously strode over to the table and standing right beside me was the nosy Hon Sang. That idiot’s result slip was laid 5 sheets above mine so he bloody got his first.

Anyhow, I am not gonna tell you his result ‘cos this blog post is gonna be about ME!! ME!! ME!! ME!!! MEEEE!!!!

I pushed my way to the right and led the crowd which was made up of all nervy and panicky Gamma(ian/riens)

So it was my turn lor…

All candidates ought to sign on piece paper signifying that the candidate himself/herself was there to receive the result. My hands were shaking and trembling in twitchiness causing my signature to look in contrast to what it was supposed to look like.

(was squeezing my camera cover)
HAHA!

The results slips were arranged in alphabetic order, you see. When my teacher flipped passed the result slips belonging to the candidates’ whose names begun with the letter ‘L’, I almost fainted.
I murmured softly to myself, “I sure won’t get 7A’s want lah…”

And whilst Pn. Sulo was flipping through the pile of plain white papers, probably two sheets away until it reaches mine, she said, “If you don’t get the results you wanted, it’s not the end of the world..”

SO OMG LOR!!!

I swear that stare from my teacher could have easily frozen the Niagara Falls.

As she lifted up her hands and passed that thin sheet of paper to me, my heart was throbbing so vigorously, so dynamically, so quickly… it was as though my heart was gonna stop beating in any second.

The Gemala (school mag) photographers were standing few inches away from the crowd with their cameras ready… all lenses focusing on me… ready to capture my soon-to-be-big-reaction.

Keep on reading to know how well/badly I did for PMR! (if you already knew, keep reading anyways)

I turned the result slip over and my eyes were immediately set on the tiny alphabets typed on the thin sheet of paper till my left eyeball was nearly detached from its suspensory ligaments and pop right out.

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7A’s BITCH!!!

I pulled a loooong deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs, mixed with feelings of relief, joy and thankfulness as well as shock… it’s something I can’t just explain through words unless you experienced it yourself.

I was so damn happy till I almost squashed the fragile result slip in my hands.

I think I shouted so loud until the everyone who were present in the hall at that time when I took my results knew I had straight A’s. Haha.

As I regain my composure, I just shook my head in disbelieve. I do not deserve 7A’s.. I really don’t because I knew I didn’t work as hard as I could have worked. I didn’t push myself to the maximum of my abilities. And I remembered the night before Living Skills paper, I did not study but instead I slept throughout the day when I should be studying…. And if PMR was to be held a few days later, I would have forgotten all the facts and notes which I studied for the trials.

Dear fellow people who had absolutely no faith in me,

I guess I’ve finally proved you wrong. Haha, now lets see who’s laughing. =D And to Leon, I fucking got an A for MATH you DUNGU!!!! That asshole who said I’ll get an E for Math RIGHT BEFORE PMR STARTED… HAHA YOUR MIND GAMES DIDN’T WORK ON ME, SUCKER! Gosh! If only I remembered to tell that to his face, I would. Whatever laaaaa.. I got 7As and those who pernah insult or look down on me or anything and did not get 7A’s… you lose. I win.

AND I FUCKING GOT ALL A’s WITHOUT TUITION!!! (except Math, which also, I attended 3 or 4 months before PMR)

Straight A’s achievers!!

Pn. Kalwant, my English language teacher.

Later of the day, the supreme Gang Cina achievers and I celebrated on our terrific results in Kim Gary, Sunway Pyramid.

I was still bouncy that time lor ‘cos IT WAS JUST TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT I HAD FREAKING SCORED STRAIGHT A’s.

Cheese baked rice (looks like crap but whatever.. it taste good)

I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from laughing ‘cos I was too overjoyed to look emo. LOL.

Half a dozen of J.CO donuts…
as a reward to myself.

The girls used to dominate the top spots in the rankings but on the contrary, the number of guys who scored straight A’s for PMR overshadowed the girls.

This proves to show that WE, GUYS ARE SMART IN ACADEMICS and not only in flirting and courting chics! Haha. Sexist me.

Anyhow, I got 7A’s and that is the only thing which matters to me. If you’re jealous, I don’t care. If you think PMR is not important, I don’t care.

I have only a short list of people whom I would like to thank for my achievement:

(in random order)

1. Mr. Ang,
my 8th grade Math teacher

2. Pn. Sulo,
my 9th grade Science teacher

3. Pn. Noria,
my 8th grade BM teacher

4. Miss Esther,
my Math tuition teacher

5. Pn. Lim Lay Choo,
my 7th grade Living skills teacher

6. Pn. Lee Gin Tin,
my 8th grade Living skills teacher

7. Pn. Ong,
my 9th grade Living skills teacher
(I have 3 years of superb KH teachers)

8. Classmates
(especially Wei Lian.. thank you!)

9. Pn. Kalwant,
my 9th grade English language teacher

10. Pn. Rajes,
my 9th grade Malay language teacher

11. Sri KL primary teachers and friends
for giving me a strong foundation!