Dekat dah.

Last two nights I had this terrible nightmare.

Involves something about my future.

And until now, it kinda freaks me out.

I dreamed that I only got 1A and 9Bs for my SPM.

Horror.

And now, I'm somehow traumatized because as far as I know, most of my dreams kinda come true.

But sometimes it happens in the opposite way.

Something like Dejavu, I guess.

But if it's meant to be. I will accept it.

I'm not saying I'm giving up or something.

I'm gonna work my ass off for this last exam.

And whatever results I get, it's something that I may or may not deserve.

It's complicated. I know.

I'm still afraid though.

Trials is over.

Metaphorically, I've been slapped so hard that I can't feel my cheeks.

Kinda means that I did real bad.

The useless As I got are, useless.

And just now, Pn. Arnida gave us some motivational speech.

It makes me realize how close the gabs are till 23 November.

I just wish I could turn back time and do what I'm supposed to do.

But if I did force myself to study all the time, I'd never have those precious memories.

The ones that I share with my loved ones.

I'm not willing to sacrifice my life just for the sake of what, Gaji Besar?

Money isn't everything.

You just need enough money to provide for yourself and your family.