Mei Kin's

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My results day…

Start off by reading newspaper… the horoscope section says that there’s a bit of luck at my side. I got pretty happy and excited. And then my dad asked me to go to the bank to bank in my cheque (my latest salary pay, only rm5xx)

There’s this OKU with crutches standing in front of me, having problem getting his number. So I helped him. And den wait and wait and wait….

Suddenly one old man (born in 1932) came and mumble sth tat I dun understand. And then dis Indian lady did sth tat looks lik “offering her help”. Later, d next number is announced (u noe la, in bank they got d number, den dey’ll announce d number d ma) den d Indian lady came to me and said “you please help him” or sth lik tat…

Rupa-rupanya tat uncle dno how to fill in d form. And when his number is called, d lady behind d counter just pass him a form, ask him to fill it up. Sudd feel tat d lady is just sooooooooo evil. Cant she help d old man who cant read BM? And den d old man keep mumble “last time they help me fill in de…”

I just fill in his name n his IC and account number (tats how I noe he’s born in 1932). Den he started mumbling over wat he want to do again… tat moment I feel so stupid cos my Cantonese is so bad, I cant barely understand wat he meant… -.-!!!

After finished I went n see d number on d screen. I got a shock knowing my number sudah terlepas! I pergi cari d paper bearing my number, mana tau rupa-rupanya got ppl take d advantage when I help d old man, to take d paper (I put d paper on d table when help d old man fill up his form). Geram!

And den I took a new number and waited… know wat I heard? Funeral music.

Den as I walked home, I saw a stream of ppl… it’s a funeral march la. I keep telling myself not to look not to look not to look… dat moment I start having dis thought “does it means sth bad is going to happen?”

Went to skul at 11.39am. My dad who still do not believe tat today is result day, said “if get results already call me a”. Apa tidak. The Star paper takde keluar. TV1 tak announce. Oni The Star online got.

Den I waited n waited n waited. I actually wanted to take leave, but my colleague cum STPM mate asked me dun take leave, accompany him. So I stupidly and innocently agreed lor. Mana tau when I call him he said “I think I’m taking MC today” (yala… he sounded so sick)

Immediately I asked a teacher to help me inform another teacher who’s in charge of relief tat I’m taking leave. End up d teacher came out and asked me talk to Mr Chua myself. Apa tidak. Everyone saw me in skul. Sudd I wan take leave. So I hav to go library (where dere’s teachers’ meeting dat day), accompanied by the teacher who keep saying “sorry ah… cannot help you…” and den stormed inside n tell mr chua “sir, can I take leave today?”

Den went to staffroom talked to pn vijaya. I was hoping she’ll be giving out our results. But den it is pn zahariah la. Cos moment later saw pn wong came in and commanded “ooi… low… and zahariah… come come…”. And on her hand is a handful of papers… OUR RESULTS.

I went down to d canteen, on d way met… should I say “my ex-best fren”. Reached canteen, said hi hi hi and den SUDDENLY beaten hardly by someone on hand. I was caught off-guard. But was reli reli surprised to see him there (cos he said he wont come). When I ‘regain consciousness, zahariah is alr there. D 1^st teacher to reach canteen.

Everyone who took deir results just take it and leave. Did not open on d spot. Just take n go home. There’s no shoutings, no yelling, no screaming, no crying or whatsoever. Just calm….

No more students from 6A1. den zahariah came and asked to see my results. I showed her, she hold my shoulder very very firmly, and said “Eh, bagus! Very good results you know! Bagus lah tu… congratulations…”

And den I cried. My calamity was broken. I felt I so not deserve d praise. I felt tat my results is not tat good, y she say good. I felt reli reli guilty. Many thoughts came at d same time. I cried even harder (cos keep thinking stupid thing la). Den my frens gather beside me patting me (sth I dun wan cos I dun wan gather attention n let ppl noe tat I’m actually crying!) zahariah continued saying things to comfort me, jo continued patting me. I felt calm once more.

Den I received a call from d person who beaten me so hardly. He said he’s at ktm station alr, rushing for work.

Den d call arrived. From my dad. D 1^st thing tat come out from his mouth went straight to my heart “your bro and sis got 2A 2B and you got 1A 3B? do you know tat?” instantly my eyes flood again. I reli cant handle the comment. Not at all…

Den next is call from my bro “Ala, takpe lah… biarlah apa yang ayah cakap. Biarlah.” And said many many things tat I din pay attention to. I started gasping for air (so serious?)

And den calm again… just feel so malu why I received all d calls in canteen. So many ppl looking! Dno when my dear dear alr got her results and crying too. both of us suffered d same fate : ppl thinking out spm results very good, we hav relatives, neghbours and unrelated ppl who keeps say to our parents “wa… ur daughter so clever” and ppl around us all put very high hopes on us, saying “stpm sure no prob, sure 4.00” and things lik tat. Tats why when we got our results, we felt sad and guilty for letting them down… feel embarrassing when ppl ask us our results… tat is why oni d 2 of us cried…

Den Gabriel came, comforted me with his jokes and all…

I took leave tat day but I did not inform my dad. I went home d usual time : 7.05pm. What my bro told me kept ringing in my ears “ala…. Bawak kereta bagus ma. Nanti u takde mood ajar u boleh drive keluar sini sana” tats how I got d idea of ‘ponteng kerja’.

Maybe u all mite wana noe wat my mom said? “aiya, dun k your baba la. He’s like tat wan la. U get good results he also will say you wan lah”. Another similar dialog tat my mom once told me appeared “aiya.. wan mai go out la. U stay at home all day not tat he’ll say you guai. Go out also he scold. Dun go also he scold”

But den end up I reach home, my dad din even talk a word to me… nor come out from his room… is it good or bad?

Lastly, reli need to thank these ppl for being by my side all d while…

Lut yee who was there with me in d canteen since after skul till 5.30…

Gong who bought McFlurry to try to cheer me up…

Pn Zahariah, Puan Vijaya, Miss Lim… for their encouragements…

Mummy… akak… bang… for their “dun k your dad la” words…

Gabriel for trying to tell jokes…

Valerie for your hugs and many many words or courage…

Jo… Fei Ling…

Life has to go on after all… =)