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Thursday, March 8, 2012
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It has been a long time since my previous entry. I was so busy preparing myself for the
truly-bloody-pmr which happened on October 2011. Okay, I couldn't recall what was happening back then because I had some important stuffs in my head to remember. What I remember was, pain, happiness, and some stuff that is too-good-to-be-true. December 2011, the waiting was finally over. The time for my result, PMR. I spend the whole day at saloon with my mom to get my hair 'fixed', haaha. That was 2 days before my result. I had an argument with my mom, I cried so hard that time. Tears flowing through my cheeks and my heart sank. I couldn't help myself, why does she have to compare her own flesh with others? I hate comparisons. I am not the same, I am me. Why don't you get it?! I went out and mumbled to myself. ''
I will definitely be happy after this. Wait for my result. '' The moment before I take my result, I acted normal in front of her, so I went downstairs and had a little conversations with Rudy. I said I was too nervous. He decided to check on my result via SMS but I warned him not to tell me. hahaha, I don't want him to be the first to know! My grandpa and I went to Telipok and I got a text from Olvy. ''
TAKE YOUR RESULT KNOW. YOU GOT ALL A's''. I couldn't believe it, I dashed to school and went straight to the principal's office. I cried okaay. That was the happiest moment too. It's like, all the hardworks, the dramas you have to go through, the pain and the loneliness has been
PAID OFF. I thanked God for He's there with me all the time giving me strength to endure it and hear my prayers. I send a text to Rudy and he was burning with curiosity to know. I got home and showed my slip to him. haaaha. I went upstairs, I showed my slip to my mom. "I GOT 7A's MOM''. Before Christmas, she took my phone and went to Brunei. I was really mad at her. She bid me good bye but I went to my room. I am so hurt. It's killing me every time I thought about it. I don't want to be sad anymore, I want to be loved and I want to love. Is it too much for me to ask? I wanted you to acknowledge me.
