6 points.
perfect score.
b4 for history.
a1s for everything else.
improved 9 points from my midyear l1r5.
improved by one position in class ranking.
no more number two.
i am number one.

move over jean.

haha. just kiddin'.

so here i am. with a relatively good score.
and yet... i feel so.. indifferent.

parents didn't really seem to be quite suprised with the marks.

when i came home with 9 points before the moderation, mommy dearest reactions were as follows..

her: so what did you get?
me: oh. b4 for history. b3 from a maths and june's tamil paper. a2 from english. a1s for the res..
her: what did you get for a maths?
me: 3.
her: a 3 for a maths? after all the money we spent on you, you got a 3 for a maths?
me: i'm still in the top 3.
her: weren't you first for the midyear? what did u get for the midyear?
me: exactly the same score.
her: i don't know why you're not disappointed. you've played so much. there's no wonder why you got such a grade.
me: whatever.
her: and a 2 for english? why can't you make it a one.
me: dunno.
her: you come from an english speaking family. the only language we ever speak at home IS english. how can you not get an a1 for english?
me: dunno.
*and then the final nail on the coffin*
her: DO YOU KNOW THAT GEETHA GOT 6 FOR HER EXAMS?
me: yeah.
*like i didn't know it already.*

so somehow i always knew that unless i got a six i would be considered inferior to geetha.

and now i have a six.
called mommy dearest up again.

me: my results changed?
her: for the better or the worse?
me: better. guess how much i got?
her: 6 points?
me: yes. a perfect score! a1s for everything!!!
her: 8a1s? finally. after all we do for you.
me: um..no.. 6a1s.. one b3 for tamil and one b4 for history...
her: ...geetha got 8a1s and 1 a2 for french.

it is just never enough for her.

hmph.

anyway, congrats 4g3!

highest distinction rate for english.
most improved class overall too, i presume.

to *you*...
there's no point for me to bother about you and your insignificant opinions.
the jealousy i see in your eyes, is well... amusing.

i did relatively well.
yay for me.

you didn't.
so then work harder.

don't take it out on me.

now i laugh for considering you to be a friend.
for all the encouragement i give to you..
you return me with this?

ha.

whatever, babe.

there's no use me sticking up for you anymore.

i am *so* not concerned with you.

yeah. and the self denial's working damn fine for you too.

"i can't believe a slacker like anjali got a perfect score. she must be acting in school or something.. she must like go home and study the whole night through..."

there's no facade.

i slack like anything.

too bad for you, if you did badly.

but why must you take it out on me?

honestly, with all the different activities i'm surrounded with, and the fact that i know exactly what happens on every tv show, and you see me online ever second you'd realize.

but does your jealously blind you?

maybe the reason is because i don't spend my every second of existence plotting how to bring people down.

oh yeah. it must be damn hard.
to have a "slacker" beating you.

too bad.

suck it up, bitch.

*i* wasn't the person who caused you to fail.