Monday, April 19, 2010


So this Saturday is Hari Pencapaian Anugerah Kecemerlangan.

And people keep asking me what time is the event, when, have I gave the invitation letter to my parents to sign and have I gave it back to the teacher.

It has been 4 months that I have forgotten all about PMR results and had moved on. But there it came, still bugging me. It was nothing yesterday, and the last few weeks, the last few months, it was absolutely nothing, it was my past. But then today, the feelings come again.

The memory of being the only one not smiling and in fact crying on the result day last year. The thought of failing to make my parents happy. The thought of how ungrateful I am all this while.

So here I am going to let you know again, in case some of you didn't know yet. I didn't get 8A's. I got 7 with one B.

And now, it struck me. I am satisfied enough with everything. I have tried my best. And this is all faith. Maybe this is what's best for me at the moment. And this is the reason that I would be working all out for my future because I'll never know what's next.