In the last seventeen years since I was born or to be describe as the other way round was the day I took my first breathe in this world and cried out loud after coming out from my mother’s womb, life has become more and more complicated. Not only the world is complicated but we, the human beings ourselves are complicated.
Friday, 1 April 2011
INTRODUCTION PART I
When we were babies, I am sure we used to cry to show what we want or to respond to something around us. We cry when we are hungry, we cry when we didn’t get what we want and for many other reason. In conclusion, we cry to express ourselves because we still could not communicate with people surrounds us. I could say that I’m a part of the lucky one who had been gifted by God to born in a moderate family with a pair of parents that have been more than enough a little girl could asked for.
I couldn’t have started telling everything since my parents were born and when and how were their lives would be + their love story because I guess if I do so, it would be mind boggling. So, I just straight away cut off with their love story that I named it “How I met Your Mother”.
Like normal babies, I have been taken care by parents and stay with them but the only different was there were three varies of races of baby-sitters that had taken care of me in the days while my parents went for work. They were from Malay, Chinese and Indians families – when I’m six months-old, daddy already brought me out with him here and there. Where ever he is, I am always there with him.
For about three years, the three of us were living very happy and they love me very much as I’m the apple of their eyes. Till then three years later, a new member came in to our family that actually added in more joy, laughter and happiness. Here comes my younger brother that completes the entire family with four.
When I reached my age of seven, my parents were at first to put me in a Chinese primary school but later on they’ve changed their minds. This is because in their opinion, I would have to do lots of home works if I study in Chinese school. At last, I went to the St. Bernadette’s Convent primary school. Dad and mum, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you guys for giving me a Malay-English education. I am very glad because I know both of you had gave me the best education that I wanted now as I could not made my own decision when I’m that age. If the other way round, I guess, I’m not the one who I am today.
Many people would say that, the elder we grew, the more pressure we hold. I’m totally agree with this statement. From baby to little girl, we usually get what we want and we are easy to be satisfied with what we have. We led a happy and safe lives surround by parents’ care and love. We just follow what they said and we usually don’t make decision.
What I remembered in my past childhood was the days when I cycled up the high cliff in the evenings to go for my Malay tuition. At first, I hate that tuition very much and felt like crying every time mummy reminded me to go for the class but as time passed, I get used to it and without realized it, I had went for it for about four years. It was until the last exam in the primary state - UPSR . That was just the first challenge in life. I knew I had lots more to go. I know that I have to hold strong to go through every obstacles that might be in my way.
_to be continued_
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