I think it is common for us secondary four persons to have a nightmare once in a while. I think it is inevitable to dream about something we don't want to. I think that is the case for everyone. However, there is one common, particular thing that we will dream about. It was never in the post-examination description that we would suffer from insomnia.
Ah yes. The O'levels. How do we survive? We thought everything would be jolly and fun after the O'levels. And we never thought that we would be depressed and suffering in the comfort of our homes or the bars of our rooms where reminders of our secondary school education lurk in every corner of our haven. Reminders like physics worksheets, or maths files, or geography textbooks or even our class photo. Oh how our heart aches when our eyes befall upon these items as our mind jets back to the awesomeness of our secondary years.
I had a nightmare yesterday and it was kind of weird. I will write about it while I can still remember it. While it is still etched in the corners of my thinkful boundaries. It happened like this:
It was our O'level result day and it was arranged that or results would be given to us aboard a ship or a boat or some manner of floating transportation in the middle of the sea. All of us were in a Casino drinking lemonade when suddenly the results just appeared in my hands. The person next to me was Syafiqah. She scored ten points and I scored nineteen. But for some reason I was happy because when my CCA points were cancelled off, I scored ten too, like Syafiqah. Nine CCA points. Boy was I a good dancer. And then me and Syafiqah were jumping around estatic until Johnny Depp came up to me and told me that I was not a dancer but a cheerleader and cheerleaders don't get CCA points.
So all in all, I scored nineteen points for my O'levels?
A dream? Or a foreshadow? Could it be better or worse?