In 1999, my first world problem was to go to the tuition class. At freakin' 3 years old, my parents told me that I kept wanting to go to school, so they enrolled me to an English tuition centre. Boy they thought I'd be going places with such enthusiasm at that age but all I remember was wailing and crying throughout the class. Ibu and Ayah went through a lot trying to drag me from home to inside the class- they'd sometimes stay and wait out of the class until I calm down. It is thanks to them (and my 3-year-old curiosity) that I have proper English language education.
At 5 years old, my biggest struggle is to face my number one kindergarten enemy, a girl who always picks a fight with me. I don't really remember what sparked the fights but I recall Ibu bringing me lots of books to be shared with my friends at school just so I'll make more new friends. Even my enemy pretends to be nice to me just so she can read my books. You can talk to my hand girl.
I remember when I was 11 years old, I told Ayah I had hard times running in the field track because I've been wearing my school shoes to run. I gave him hints that if I have a proper sport shoes, I'd run faster, so he brought me to the town and bought me a brand new black All Stars shoes. It's a trend back then so I was so so proud of just wearing it. I ran with it during the sports day and got 2nd place- from behind. I'm 11 and already sugarcoating my words so well. Honestly I just want a new pair of shoes.
During my boarding school years, I've always thought that I am the 'dumber kid'. Most people who went to my school are geniuses, but not me, so I felt so small to be compared to them. In an examination in 2011, I was ranked 28th out of 29 students in my class thus got kicked out to the lower class. Note that I got 7As and 1B in that examination. Throughout my lowest points, Ibu is the one who'd be there for me, giving me wills and hopes for me to continue achieving my dreams. 5 years and countless phone calls, she could've even easily guessed my problems through the tone of my voice. As for Ayah, my every single problems are solved by giving me money. It worked tho- money does buy you happiness :p
At 21 years old, I had many untold dreams but my parents read it through the pain behind my smiles. They sacrificed their dream life for my future- their early retirement plans and new house dreams. Their time and energy just to feed the family. I can never repay all of that but I promise to make them happy. I'll owe to these two people till forever.
Especially when I am really hungry, it makes me dance. I love it when people notice my crave hints and brings me to eat that particular food. It makes me love that person more.
2. Grainy photos.
I don't know what has gotten into me but crystal clear pictures seem so boring. I like it when photos are slightly low reso-ed and has some leak lights to it. It kinda tells a story and makes me wanna jump into the picture. I don't know if that makes sense but yeah.
If you ever ask me what Kulai has, I'll probably be lost of words. It has nothing to brag about to be honest but to me it is the most peaceful city I've ever been. The trees are so welcoming and every road holds its own memory. Very sentimental to me. Except when the dogs in my neighborhood bark non stop at night. Or when they shat in front of my house.
I rarely go to Terengganu but something about being there makes my heart melts. It's so peaceful and beautiful, I need to have a house there in the future.
5. Post teaching.
The satisfaction after teaching these kids is probably unexplainable. Most of the times it makes me drove back home tuning the radio out loud while singing along. I don't know, it just makes me so happy inside.
Note: Someone missed my writings already so I'm catching up with blogging. Hence the topic.