Wow... Just wow. My last post seems to be ages ago. What the hell happened to my interest in blogging. My diary? My blog? I guess I'm just too tired.... Or lazy, perhaps. Procrastination became my middle name.
Could you believe that we're actually in November already? It seems like it was just yesterday when I got my UPSR results. I cried, I laughed, and most importantly, I had fun. Everybody jumping around and screaming. UNO cards which were not used appropriately for its purpose. Hahaha, "Black Jegathesan"... :\
The year flew by quite fast. Form 3 was hard. I had to go through a number of hardships. Friends come and go, homework were given, stress filled the air. Holidays were always appreciated. When holidays came, it felt like breathing air for the first time after being underwater for a long, long time.
PMR? Well, well. PMR... Hmm, how to describe it.
It was the first day. We were gathered at the place of assembly near the stage. Everybody was feeling nervous with a little tinge of excitement. At 8 o'clock on the dot, we were sent to our respective halls for our first paper. We waited while the head of invigilator told us about the rules and stuff. 10 minutes passed and the only sound I heard was, "Start". I quickly picked a pen and flipped the pages, trying to find the easy ones. I tried not to panic when I don't know a question. I calmed myself and rest my eyes. When I felt at peace, I opened my eyes and started to do the questions that was once, a challenge. Time flew by and before we know it, the day was over. The next few days were almost the same. On the last day, I finished my test early and requested to be excused. I came out and read Kemahiran Hidup, my worst subject. I tried to memorise and understand the concept but to no avail. At that moment I though, "Heck it!" and slammed the book. Hard. It was my decision. No matter how hard I tried to wish it away, the time came for the last subject, Kemahiran Hidup. Everybody's mind must've been thinking the same thing, "Let's just get this over with." A miracle came over, I actually did know the answers to most of the questions. I scribbled hardly on the papers, with only answers in my head. Time ticks by and it was finally the end. No screams erupted, which was a surprise. I guess everyone was just too shocked. When I regain consciousness, it finally dawned upon me that the dreadful test was over. I felt more than alive. I hugged my friends. Wherever I go, smiles were everywhere. We are survivors of the test, PMR.
Hahahaha... That is the memory I had of PMR. It seems so far away now. Super far away. All the promises made to go out together, the movies we promised to watch, the things we wanted to do, never did they happen. Look now, I'm sitting here in this warm room of mine typing this instead of doing the things I thought I was gonna do after PMR.
It seems to be more stressful now as compared to PMR. Tuition everyday, double the homework and triple the stress. Form 4 started and I didn't want it to happen. Things were different and I can't easily adapt to all these changes. Although it's never easy, I still have to. It's a must. I went back to mapling. Sean(Speargatory) and Victor(OwnYourPro) welcomed me with opened arms. I felt thankful to them. They are really, really great friends. Earning money was my main objective. I finally managed to earn 1billion. I stopped a while later on. Felt a little bored.
All the other boys I used to talk to was never there anymore, except for 1. Of course it's Brian. He is as guai lan as ever, but that's why he's my friend. I never want him to change. :) Getting through each day has become more than a habit. It became a task. By having friends to talk to, music that describes me and oxygen in the air, I'm able to get by more easily.
Thanks for listening to me. I have to continue next time. I have to rush for tuition. Bye. :)
*也许我也美丽，值得一个奇迹。
