Reposted from Ashelisms: HOORAY PMR RESULTSThis is a more typical version of any Malaysian teenager looking back 24 hours ago the tragic and joyous event that determines every fabric of their future.
(If they don't spoil it first, with too much Softlan or Breeze or regurgitated junk food)
Rather than the purposefully prose-y and showy way I used to describe it:
Click if you're interested in that sorta thing.Here's how Normal Me would write it:
THAT DAY HAS COMETH.
Urgh, how time flies. Three months ago I posted
rather silly pictures of myself (but it did get the point across) being happy that this
horrible dreadful terrible exam was over. And a picture of Josh Groban and me. Wish that was real too, though. :(
ONE THING I WILL SURELY ASK FOR AS MY PMR REWARD IS JOSH GROBAN.
Coming through my door like this.
Sunlight like a halo and all.
Wearing that.
ANYWAY
I woke up pretty early because I wanted to be there early and see everyone break down and laugh at them. But I didn't arrive there early nor see everyone break down nor laugh at them. As usual,
THINGS HAPPEN and far too often, it favours me.
About 3.9/4 into the first journey to my school, I found out that my ridiculous school won't let anyone in without the school uniform. And I certainly did not have my uniform on. So we went back for that.
About 1/4 into the second journey, I found out that my ridiculous school required an IC. What for, I don't know. And I certainly did not bring my IC. So we went back for that.
WASTED ABOUT 40 MINUTES.
ARRIVED THERE LATE.
The school looked anti-climax.
I mean, I hardly saw anyone on the floor in a faint or crying.
There were a lot of rain puddles. Could be tears.
So I saw my friends and found out their results before mine. Because there's no hope for me if any of them gets a B.
Awesome Friend Brenda got all As,
Personal Einstein Chewie I don't need to say, and
Old Friend Nastasia wasn't there.
I really didn't feel scared when I walked up to the table where my class teacher was. I thought I would suffer from panic attacks, but strangely, I was...calm. I took it
LIKE A MACHO MAN. It was really surreal. Like it's not happening.
But here it is:
My 3 seconds of joyous, heavenly revelation was in this order:
1. The obligatory 'Oh, God' (x3)
2. The maintenance of a dignified composure
3. Once out of sight of dignified authorities, ULTIMATE RELIEF.
Well, now I can get into Science Stream, I can think about my
Psychology-or-Artist dilemma a little more realistically. Because now that I have these results, the problem is not a faraway, it-will-happen-in-a-thousand-years-in-another-dimension thing that you would just ruminate about under a coconut tree anymore. It's an urgent, it-will-happen-soon-and-it-will-be-in-this-world kinda thing .
Anyway, what I have to prove that I existed in my school are these hilariously ill-timed photos in which I happen to not look awesome:
Beautiful.Wish the Form 2'ers the best of luck next year! SCIENCE AND MATHS IN BM, YO. Torture.
Now back to my Comic Project. And eating a real breakfast. And drawing.
