The 'Next Day' brought....

News and woes of betide. My grandfather was the first to call to tell me the PMR results was out tomorrow (which is today, since that happened yesterday). Oh, horrors upon horrors. Like my friend Kok Wee described "Dunno want to cry or celebrate after the results..."

So friggin true.

I'm going to school to check the results later in the day, at 3:30, with Garrick, Ling and Paul. So it'll be either jumps of joy or hugs of sorrow. (actually i suspect Garrick would look at his results, shrug, and say the ever famous quote:"Who cares?" - but you never know)

Perhaps i'll write about what happened in a later post, ala story telling style, with all the details. Sheesh. Till then.