i have not been connected to the world wide web for over a week, thanks to some stupid connection problem. being isolated from the net for a whole week means missing out on a HUGE number of blog/facebook updates, emails and downloads. generally, there was boredom and AAHHHH!-i'm-a-headless-chicken-running-around kind of weirdness.

god, it feels good to be back although it could be likened to a sugar rush: i'm totally high on reading new entries on the blogs i follow now.

anyway, got my SPM results today. was shaking like mad right before leaving the house. could (MUST) have been the nerves, though i suspect that it was just my body's natural reaction to being blasted by some cold draft (that came with a vengeance, i also suspect) after a warm shower - GAWD i hate that. i was so nervous on the way there i kinda hoped i would crash into some nasi lemak stall because i was so not prepared at all for today; i just did not want to know! i ended up calming myself down by singing along, very loudly i dare add, to - dont laugh! - taylor swift's love story.

we were both young when i first saw you~

A*awesomesongbtw*HEM.

cutting to the chase, i managed to get myself 9A1s, 10 if you would include that other 1119 paper or whatever.

disappointingly, i got a B3 for my EST.
unsurprisingly, i received a mere C5 for chinese.

chun kit's mother 'accompanied' me when i was there to get my results. i didnt dare look at the results slip so i let her see it first. i kinda died and became a zombie when she said: it's ok la... in the way i would say: urm, okay... to some baboon who offered me a banana.

also, what should have been the climax of the day became very anti-climatic when those giving out the result slips for my class said i could not get mine as i was wearing knee-length shorts. i really wanted to pounce on them when they told me that. frankly, it felt like being on a train that suddenly crashes into some invisible barrier while travelling at 300km per hour. i actually had to go meet with the vice principal and come back a 2nd time.

by the way, a big thanks to adam for helping me avoid that stalker boy who ATE MY COOKIES (yes, he just wont stop). adam actually heard his ever-so-recognisable voice, so shrill it would have made those chinese opera singers proud, from about 2 metres away. i was talking to adam when his spidey senses kinda tingled, where from there i took swift action. i activated my holy powers and parted the sea of red-faced students (red-faced from the hot weather, obviously). i then proceeded to take him out with my flamethrower. and to make sure not a single bakwa of him survived, i finished him off with my bazooka. lastly, even though i did not fire a single bullet, i blew the imaginary smoke off the tip of my trusty pistol.

totally awesome, right?

i actually just tried my best to avoid him, to which i succeeded in doing, which is already good enough for me.

and believe or not, those who got 9As and above got to have their photo taken! well, there was one exception: hobart got interviewed. pssst, he got straight A1s. not surprising at all. in fact, it was just so expected i would have vomited shit if he was not. well, i do believe he was interviewed or something - there were video cameras. i say i think because i did not actually witness him being interviewed. and why did not i witness that? like knock-knock, i was busy blasting the guts out of that stalker boy who ATE MY COOKIES!!!

and for the photos... harhar. i dont think you would even be able to see me when they get published in the newspapers. as you know, and if you dont, i'm not very enthusiastic about group photos where the number of people being photographed amount to about, let's say, A MILLION - oh wait, i forgot! i'm never enthusiastic about being photographed. to me, i dont see the point anymore as i'm typically overshadowed by the others. but if you do spot me, i'd probably be seen oblivious to my surroundings with some glum expression, just like how someone who got gruesomely murdered would appear as some creepy, blurred ghost face in supposedly cheerful photos in those typical ghost stories/movies.

cheers!




reactions from friends and family about results:
mum - giggled like a little girl
dad - "congratulations." that sounded so impartial only family members would be able to sense that hint of happiness, lol
grandma #1/#2 - big hug/"wahhh, 9As ar?!" in hokkien
grandpa #1/#2 - handshake/"very good." in chinese
ck's mum - read above
yi ern - "shit you!" or something like that, followed by a virtual slap
beatrice - "you are scary!"
sms from unknown sender - "whoa whoa whoa! you rock man! congrats!" (thanks btw)

myself - "oh."