The Story Of Me

A week has passed in le school. So much things have been happening. I wasn't supposed to go back too this week, but thinking that the total population of my batch has been decreased to a point that it can only make up half of a football team, I began to reconsider going back. 


So here I am, staying in the comfort of my own house. Sitting in front of the computer like a dumb retard, while trying to extract every possible ideas from my mind to write a short story.

Y'know, speaking of reminiscing past memories, there are lots of 'em in my memory chamber. I can still recall back the time when I took the certificates of the two of my past 'big' exams. UPSR and PMR.


The day of taking the certificate for UPSR means the last day that we're going to see each other again. I can't help but smile when I thought all about it. It seems like it's only yesterday when our gleeful smiles and happy faces shared the results. We were the best of the best, the epitome of all epics. Nearly all of us got excellent results, and as expected, all of us parted and went to other high schools throughout Malaysia.
I can never forget that fateful day.

And then, something happened 2 years ago. Yeap, the time when I finally got my PMR results. Back then it was during the December holidays. I was nervous, real nervous. It's like sweat was pouring out from my skin and the chills ran down throughout my spine. To be frank, I'm not used to be like who I was before, the student who's admired by people because of his high ranking achievement. Life had spoiled me a lot since I started high school, and I became quite lazy since that. Not sure if the flow of life is like that, though.


I only targeted that I was going to get below 5 A's, because I wasn't really ready when I took the exam, my preparations were only halfway when we started answering the papers. I was pretty sure that the others had suprassed me in terms of revising, but I didn't really care at that time. And thus, when the judgement day came, I didn't have the mood to go to school and get it. But like it or not, I have to go. No other choice.


All the time when I was in the car, my parents lectured about the virtues of studying and such. I was getting really bored as I gazed outside of the window and having to hear them talking about stuffs that didn't really concern me (at that time, that is). But I can't help but feel that I'm about to seal my fate. When we arrived there, the results wasn't given out to the students yet. I joined my other friends as we waited while playing PSP's and exchanging phones.


A few minutes later, we were told to take our results at the meeting room. My whole body trembled as I went into the room. Trying to get hold of myself, I braced myself and asked for my certificate. Catching a glimpse, I was suprised that the amount of A's is quiet astounding. But, as I looked down, I noticed that there's a B below. Sure enough, it was Arabic, just as I expected. But the result was happily accepted by my parents, they dont even care about the B grade. So yea, 8A's mine.


Looking back at the past, I dont see the reason why I can't succeed this time, for my final year. Should be simple enough, shouldn't be too over-confident too. I just hope I can. Somehow, I feel like I'm going to be ready when the time comes. The question is, can I repeat it again? can I repeat my glory days as a high achiever? Is it going to be possible? Do I have what it takes to score this time?


The fact is, no one knows for sure. I'll just have to prove it. 
I did it two times in a row, I know I can do it for the third time. It's not going to be an easy task. The final of all exams, just you wait.




Insya Allah, 11A+, if God willing :)