The sake of ucapan awam bm

The white board written scratchily 'Ucapan Awam Bahasa Melayu'.

 I was the audience who watched my friends presented meticulously with words spoken eloquently. After the simply swift presentation, , all of us drew acclaim as our riposte.

'Orang seterusnya, saya mahu lelaki.' persisted the guidance 'Alexander'. It staunched and I felt like my whole body would collapse and sprawled. They clapped, awaiting a sense of wry humour. Remaining the grotesque grimace, I blundered towards the teacher for the title scrawly written on a plain memorandum ,'Mengapakah kita perlu membeli buatan Malaysia'. I had never tried this before - did the oral test without any paraphernalia. My brain turned blank, my perturb emotion had not been reassured, but the unpremeditated surprise assaulted me recurrently. I scurried maladroitly and was not omitted by a roomful of stares. I felt every steps of me were precipitous and every heartbeat thumped rhythmically.

The people in front of me were looming up intimidatingly. I tried to shunned those dreadful stares, I could feel my fist was wet with giving-off perspiration. i knew the public speaking entailed, but I could not even emitted any sound as an abhorrent dumb as, whose legs shuddered violently. 'Tajuk...' I threw one word out and there was a ripple of laughter spread irrepressibly.

'Tajuk...' their applause made my sentence trailed off.
'Tajuk...' they continued laughing.
'Dia pun belum cakap tajuk' The utterance blended seamlessly with the laughter.
My chest heaving as I sucked in deep lungfuls of air and I commenced my oral speech all again. 'Tajuk saya pada hari ini ialah mengapakah kita perlu membeli buatan Malaysia.'

That was a long dead silence before I consumed mouthful of saliva and continued.

'Hal ini kerana... kerana...' my ideas faded as I was tongue-tied after my words had been devoured by the agitate emotion, and hence I drawled momentarily.
'meningkatkan pendapatan negara.' JH succoured me in such an arduous situation. I apprehended promptly and winged a silent thank-you to her.
'bagi meningkatkan ...pendapat negara...' I stammered recklessly.
'pendapatan negara.' she rectified me.
'Pendapatan!' I blabbed rashly.

The acquainted silence hovered the confined room again.

I could not do this anymore, I should made the end..
'Terima kasih.' I uttered curtly on the spur of the moment.
'Habis?' the BM tec\acher glanced me with a jaundiced eye.
I set up a defensive barrier, refusing to accept those detrimental whilst scornful opinions. It was no doubt, the taunting censure could only deflate my ego. So, what's the big deal? I cloaked myself and quickened my pace back to my dull place where I was familiar with.

There was a 'D' in the record. Whatever, my self-esteem was ready to be taken a beating.




'Stick and stone could hurt my bones, but words could not hurt me.'