Results released yesterday. That moment of truth finally came. The pump of the adrenaline turns into a sigh of relief, and a tearful moment. I usually do not cry when I saw my results, but I did yesterday. Taking it back to FOrm 6 days (my revival period), it was a moment I always looked forward to - the continuation of my rule at the top of the class. Number 1 was always my priority. Every word of my teachers and my Kasturi Tuition tutors are gold - jotted everything they said..study study study...play was only during chess club meetings or the time I am on duty as an IT Lab prefect. Fast forward to uni life, freshman year. Did the same. Still takes notes in class while lecturer is talking, always afraid of missing anything important. Did tutorials like it was no tomorrow. Did past exam papers to get a feel of the finals. the sweet ecstasy of victory often permeates my nostrils. Then, winning and knowledge, the ultimate goal of my life. Sophomore year- things started to change somewha