Face the music...

Frien working at music sch: Weizhen, you can collect your theory results from Mdm Merle.
Me: Oh, the results are out?!?
Frien: Yes, results are out.
Me: Eh....did i pass?
Frien: No, you didn't. You failed.
Me: Eh...ok...I failed? I failed. (Feigning sadness, but was really quite sad deep within)
Frien: Yah you failed.
Me: Really ah?
Frien: Really.
Me: Eh ok. (No more feigning sadness. Really quite disappointed at this point in time)
Frien: No lah, you passed lah. You got merit. Got 80 marks.
Me: Really? I passed huh? Got 80 marks?! Yay! Yay! Yay!

Yes, i was ecstatic upon hearing that. No more theory exams for me! And 80 marks for Grade 8?! Where did that come from? (Passing mark is 65, by the way. Not 50)
It's ironic that out of the five theory exams i took, this most recent one was my second best attempt. When i was immensely, horribly busy with school work, piano and dance that cold, lonely period from February to March. When work was my second name, insomnia my first.
The only other time i got merit was when i took my Grade 1 (or Grade 3?!) in year 1640. How ancient!