I usually get what I want. Seriously.
As long as I really want it, I will get it.
My past history has proven that I am one damn lucky person. Let's just take examinations for example.
I might not have studied much, understood much or memorised much but still be able to scrape through them without much effort. All I hoped for was grades that could get me into whatever I wanted. I didn't need straight As because that would just have gotten the parental on my case. Doing just moderately was more of my style because I clearly knew what I wanted... most of the time that is. Teachers saw potiential in me, but I simply wasn't going to live up to expectation because living by other people's standards is pretty constricting and well, stupid. Hence, I was very much happy doing what I liked.
Let's start from the PSLE, an examination that Singaporean 12 year olds dread.
Heaven know how little effort I put into the books. While others were being sent off to tuition classes and tormented by tuition teachers, I was just slacking around, playing hopscotch and scraping by with medicore grades. Though we didn't have a ranking system in primary school, it was pretty clear that I was first from the bottom as I compared my grades with those around me. That got my mom in a panic and for the last three months before the exams, I was sent off to bootcamp at a private tutor's house. Even then, I managed not to do most of my assignments and harbour thoughts of skip class.
Then, my mom threw me the ultimatum. She would give me anything I wanted if I got decent results, or hell if otherwise. Frankly, her words didn't create much of an impact because it was too close the exams for me to really buckle up and get down to business. Still, it gave me ample time to hope and pray for good news.
On the day of the results, I wasn't expecting much. Usually after sitting through a paper, you would know roughly how well you did. I knew I would have done okay, but maybe not enough to meet my mother's standards. Hence, you could imagine my surprise when I received my results to see that I was technically the best in my class. (My class wasn't a brillant bunch of students, but still, the results were pretty sparkling compared to most of the generally population.)
Thus, my luck prevailed and up to this day, I still think that my grades were some fluke or mistake the ministry of education failed to spot.
Those results brought me to TKGS.
Secondary school didn't mean much, I still didn't study enough but rather placed my energies in other areas. This should be slightly more interesting.
Drama Club was the one CCA that I wanted to get into. Obviously, I was again lucky to get in. You see, it was a pretty popular CCA and not everyone who wanted to be in got in. This time, it took my previous history in primary school to secure a spot in this particular club. Back in primary school, my luck also prevailed. I got what I wanted again when I got the lead roles in school performances, musicals and whatnot. Some people might call it talent, but I call it pure luck. I remember how I wanted the challenge of being a granny in a skit competition. No, I didn't want to be the lead character but the character's grandmother because I knew that the granny was important. See? Even when young, I was already good at scheming. XD Plus, it was funky dressing up as someone much older than I was, and it gave me the excuse to scold anyone who dared make fun of me. Anyway, back on track, when in Drama club, I always got the roles I wanted. The first time there was a major role up for grabs for the juniors, I clinched it. Sadly, I ended up with a broken leg but still, it rocked to know that I was the one picked. (Plus, breaking my leg resulted in me missing out on torturous NAPFA test/ physical fitness test for a whole for four years, a worthwhile exchange I would like the say.)
Later on, I secretly hoped to get the chance to play characters I wanted and my wishes always came through. Maybe my Drama teacher had a thing for putting me in roles I happened to fancy or that luck was just good for me.
Similarly, the 'O' levels turned out the same way the PSLE did, only this time, the results were more credible. Still, it was decent enough and I was happy.
So... why I am yapping on and on about me and my good luck?
Well... I don't know. But I have to say that I still get what I want.