Then, during my tidy, as usual, I looked through every
single things I wrote and I kept.
My tears drop down,
at the moment I opened the original
results sheet of mine.
Automatically, I wonder how real the scene is,
back to the
second when I received it from my form teacher,
and she wanted me to unwrap the
results sheet myself.
I rmbr how nervous the moment is,
to know the results and
the effort I paid all the while in one and half year.
With my shaking hand, I tear it without following the doted
line.
With the looking on my mum’s eyes, I feel I am afraid.
The moment I open it, jz like wat I did right now, the same,
my tears got down.
How easily the tears had been controlled.
Involuntary action
I should say.
I wonder, wat am I crying for actually,
until now I don’t
understand my own feeling
I know I can do better than that, that’s it, don’t wish to
speak much more than that.
Even now, i am already in the university, I stil cant stop my tears from
falling down.
I had a worst result, did i?
I had a best result, am i?
That moment,
I hugged my BFF as tight as I could,
and cried
as much as I wished.
Embarrassing kan?
Gosh memory I had.
Yet I appreciate.
I know my dad unhappy with this result, yet there has no
uturn, sorry dad.
Tidy my stuffs tidy the feeling I am where I am.
Live well! Be cheerful and move on!!
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