Aku pun membuka mata dengan perlahan-lahan sambil mengelap kelopak mataku dengan tapak tanganku. Minda aku tercari-cari sebab masa bangun tidur aku dipotongstimkan. Sekonyong-konyong, aku dihidangkan dengan suara lunak ibuku lagi.
'Cepatlah nak, kena ambil slip peperiksaan ni!'
Aku tercegat dan segala keinginanku untuk kembali ke dunia mimpi hapus pada saat itu. Tapak tanganku mula berpeluh, jantungku mula berpumping dan bibirku mula bervibrasi. Segala memori tentang masa silamku berombak kembali. Keputusan PMR bakal dikeluarkan pada pagi tersebut.
Setelah, membersihkan diri di dalam ruang pembersihan, aku terus menelan dua keping roti dan segelas susu lembu yang disediakan oleh ibu. Lalu, aku memulakan perjalanan menuju ke perkarangan sekolah, berbekalkan doa ibu bapaku serta keyakinan diri bagai seekor kuda.
Jam bertukar menjadi minit, minit beransur menjadi saat, dan akhirnya keputusan dikeluarkan. Aku menghampiri meja guru dengan perlahan-lahan, kakiku berasa bagai ditarik ke bawah oleh geraviti. Dengan hati yang berat, aku mencapai slip dari tangan guru.
Tertera di permukaannya....
That would probably be followed by me getting 7 a's and melonjakking into the sky while thanking God and my parents and not myself for studying my ass off. Then my parents would organize a sacrificial kenduri where for no apparent reason we will cut a chicken alive and dig into it. Yay.
However, life is not a Malay karangan. And as much as I'd like to just sum up my pre-PMR results feelings as simply as that, it is practically impossible. What I feel about my soon to come results is pretty much not the issue here.
I can be the worst student on earth with tons of confidence but people will still view me as a lousy piece of, no offence, shit.
Or I can be exceptionally brilliant and maybe have made a ton of careless mistakes on my papers but still, the society will go on to cradle me on its shoulders and sing never-ending praises about me.
Therefore, it doesn't matter what you bloody think about your results or what the society thinks about your results. Because in the end, we all have only one goal in common :
TO SCREW IT AND MARRY A RICH OLD DYING MAN!
Setelah, membersihkan diri di dalam ruang pembersihan, aku terus menelan dua keping roti dan segelas susu lembu yang disediakan oleh ibu. Lalu, aku memulakan perjalanan menuju ke perkarangan sekolah, berbekalkan doa ibu bapaku serta keyakinan diri bagai seekor kuda.
Jam bertukar menjadi minit, minit beransur menjadi saat, dan akhirnya keputusan dikeluarkan. Aku menghampiri meja guru dengan perlahan-lahan, kakiku berasa bagai ditarik ke bawah oleh geraviti. Dengan hati yang berat, aku mencapai slip dari tangan guru.
Tertera di permukaannya....
That would probably be followed by me getting 7 a's and melonjakking into the sky while thanking God and my parents and not myself for studying my ass off. Then my parents would organize a sacrificial kenduri where for no apparent reason we will cut a chicken alive and dig into it. Yay.
However, life is not a Malay karangan. And as much as I'd like to just sum up my pre-PMR results feelings as simply as that, it is practically impossible. What I feel about my soon to come results is pretty much not the issue here.
I can be the worst student on earth with tons of confidence but people will still view me as a lousy piece of, no offence, shit.
Or I can be exceptionally brilliant and maybe have made a ton of careless mistakes on my papers but still, the society will go on to cradle me on its shoulders and sing never-ending praises about me.
Therefore, it doesn't matter what you bloody think about your results or what the society thinks about your results. Because in the end, we all have only one goal in common :
TO SCREW IT AND MARRY A RICH OLD DYING MAN!
And would you look at who I met!
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