Appointment with Fear

3rd March 2015.

Accompanied with high expactations of the others.

Including high hopes from parents.

Emotions taken over by anxiety.

Perhaps a tears of joy.

Even a pat in the back.

A thin piece of paper could makes someone’s very proud of you. Regardless of how bad you did during the time you’re in the class.

People will look at you.

Or even hug you.

And eventually, tears streaked down your blotchy face.

Eventually.



  • What i wish to happen on 3rd March for my SPM result. Hopefully.*