with trepidation, i walked to the table front when the teacher called out my name. in my right, clutching tightly with a slight tremble, was my faithful blue pen. step by step, i approach the table, where my MUET exam slip was lying. the whole class was looking on. everyone was anxiously waiting their turn. the air is still. it felt as if everyone was holding their breath. and it was so quiet.

i took a quick glance at the grade and head back to my seat. so, ok, i think it'll suffice to say that it was a number i was quite satisfied with. then LC wanted to take a look at it and i just handed it to her.

then came the most powerful words from her that nearly knocked me off my chair.

" you missed by one mark!"

"huh?"

"i said, 'you missed one mark'!"

"what!?"

needless to say, it was followed by me snatching the slip from her out-streching hand.

omigawd!

only then did i truly realised what my mark is. it was.... alas! how should i say this? a very exciting(?), disturbing(?), dissapointing, insulting(!) 3-digits number. *sniff*

perhaps SL sums it best when she (getting the same mark as me) said, " my heart just sank."
yes, that's exactly how i feel.

life isn't a bed of roses. yes, sometimes, things just happen, not in the way you've plan or hope. wallowing in self-pity won't help much. guess that i am just not good enough.

as of my result, i can live with that. (i think)

but on hindsight, it was kinda funny to see the facial expression of all the people when told of my marks. and really thanks to SY who said that she wants to 'donate' one mark to me. (but dear, we both know you can't do that.)

so that's it. what a memorable day.