I was born on the very same date when Albert Einstein was born, but unfortunately I'm not that intelligent enough to hatch-out any theory or formula like E = mc2.Well, he's gifted in a way, compared to me..I'm still pondering for mine;20 years of living, and all I manage to detect is my unstoppable appetite to eat. Here's what I always do:-
That's very thoughtful of me..I'm against anorexia nervosa, I 'm lending a hand here, so somehow it helps, right? LOL!I can't imagine how these people can survive solely by eating 5 carrots per day. I can't even live with that..Okay, enough with that, I was born in Penang and later spent about 4 years of disremembered period of childhood there.Spurred by her husband who was seeking for a better life in KL, my mum got transferred to a school in Taman Koperasi Polis, somewhere in Sentul I think. So, there I was..Kampung Padang Balang was the sacred place who witnessed my creativity developed in such a raging pace; it was where I first learned to catch a tadpole which at first I thought was a baby fish;
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Its where I experimented the life of Tarzan;the Disney character; sliding through trees, rolling down the sloped hill, having an exclusive mud-bath in this after-rain big puddle of mud, playing hide-and-seek and all those rapturous activities a small child of 6, or 7 years old would ever think of playing. It's also the place where I receive my very first love letter.
That was hilarious! My mum thought that I was in amour..haha! Then, I always throw a fit; its either I ended up writing this protesting letter to mum or being beaten with her special cane she kept on the huge wardrobe. Once, my uncle found that protest letter, he read it out loud. God knew how people in that cramped house laughed their heart out. How amused could they be with a 7 year old antic? These vivid memories kept me smiling each time I reminisced them.A day as child would never be the same as a day as an adult. I've missed that time since I realized that human will only grow older, and that time flies and doesn't wait for anybody during my 2oth birthday a months ago. Well, considering that I'm merely a teenager, but a very young adult now, who is about to step and face this harsh reality in a few years ahead-even now I've started to suffocate in it, I realized another thing, I'm not ready, yet! Going on with my odyssey, I then moved to Bukit Sentosa, Rawang when I was about 8.This place is definitely different from my old place. It was rigid, unfriendly, and even the atmosphere didn't look inviting at all. All I could see was rows of houses spreading from east to west, south to north. Plus, it seems empty too, as if we’re the only living things there That place was a newly developed housing area, mum told me, or so. The only thing that excited me was that I was go to a new school. Wonder what it'll be like. I started my standard 3 in this new school. My mum learned how to drive gradually and the new dawn of civilization in my dictionary of urban life begins..
Urban=I'm drivin' thru!!
School years all the while in my primary were hectic, lousy and unbearable, especially in my standard six. My mum is a math teacher, so perhaps everybody would assume that I’d do well. That’s a total no-no..I was strictly forbidden to watch the TV, no junk food, no fooling around time..hell, but my efforts were paid..I scored 5A’s in my UPSR and out of the blue I was announced as this ridiculous 'Tokoh' in academic for that year. A blue moon I suppose..it never occur for the second time..LOL! Thanks to mum’s dedication though; I’m nothing without her support. Persisting my study to a secondary school nearby, I was almost adapted to my new high school life when 2 months after that I was accepted to a boarding school. Lucky it was just a stone’s throw away..Cheras! Frankly speaking, I had never heard this school name before..Sekolah Menengah Sains Selangor. Being a second intake, put me off the track for a few months, I remembered a time when I cried to myself for not finishing my History notes until chapter 12..I can only made it until chapter 9..and its already 4 am..few hours before I went back there..It was Sunday and I’d never been that panicked before. The same thing when I was in form 3, we had to finished the whole notes during end-of-the-year holiday .In the new term, we won’t do notes, just study the notes and practice..man, that really burnt me out!! My math was worse than ever, and worst, I’m sitting for my PMR that year. It pissed me off to think that I couldn’t do my math right. Thank God, I scored well too..getting less than I should would definitely tore me down in a school like that. Students there are crazily clever and I dead slow..phew! Passed my second stage..1 more to go..SPM!!
My form 4 was not quite heaven but still I made one for myself. LOL! My math really sucks! Excuse my French..add math was never a favourite and modern math was in the same boat. Together they sailed and sunk into the sea of failures. Just D’s and E’s..
Mum kept on blabbering and nagging, not to mention those rising heaps of exercise books which were accumulating dust and narrowing the space in my locker. In form 5, things get more and more tense. No time to waste..my math sustained their position until I was provoked by this math teacher. She said something that I’ll never forgot. I managed to complete a few math exercise books in just a few weeks. Guess what?! My marks jumped from E to C..yay! A few weeks before my trial exam, I scored B for my add math and A for modern math. Served you right for not working hard from the very beginning girl..At last, my math teacher smiled and say nothing..yay again!Chose to kept silent,I guess.
I don’t care..whatever it is school life taught me the basic thing; what does it means to work hard and succeed and it was all about being determined and disciplined enough to achieve your goals..It was til the cows come home..3 years passed and I learned new things in every steps I take in that period, school life is one of the best part in my life and the thought of leaving it was unbearable at first but it left sweet memories in me..
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