Well, I guess it is a formality for us to introduce ourself, right? So below will be my humble presentation.
I'm from a family of four living in the northern region of Malaysia. Dad is a hawker and Mum does some sewing for a boutique. She makes beautiful dresses though but is only paid the very minimum of salary. My Bro is now studying in a private university in KL. Will due to finish his course in 4 years with a degree in Engineering.
Ok ok. Now coming back to me.
I grew up as a happy and energetic child. I was treated like a prince as I'm my grandma's first grandson. Things was very tough for my parent as for financial and some family issues at home. Dad do not have a stable job or any steady flow for income. Mum was a young naive lady in her early 20s who was suddenly "transformed" into a wife and mother. However, I might be too young to understand this and spend my days enjoying the beauty of lives.
I excel in my studies during my primary school. The school will award excellence student with trophies or book vouchers. I hardly took any books for revision and yet I took home many "souvenirs" during every prize giving ceremony. For most of my time, I indulged myself with video games and playing with the other kids from the "kampung". Haha.. I was very good in playing marbles and I do have my unique collection of marbles that others don't. I remember the times where I will be in the bathroom for hours, washing the marbles and polishing them one by one.
After 6 years of primary education in an all boys school, I continued my secondary education in a "mixed-gender" school. This is the time when I'm exposed to a new word in my life, "GIRLS". I suddenly felt that I was now in a totally new environment. Girls have some strange growth on their chest. They scream and giggle for no apparent reason. Walking around in their blue and white uniform, they emit a strange aura which causes uneasiness in me.
And...... ....... .......
I need to put on underwear now. Ahem, for your information... I was free and there is no need for me to constrain the growth of my "little birdie" in primary school. After all, everyone of my schoolmate have the same "equipment", maybe with some variations of tone colours. So it is not something shameful or taboo for me... But now, I need to cage my "little friend" and suffocating him in my tight underwear. Showing or accidental exposure of your "friend" to the girls are a no-no. And it makes us wonder what type of creatures that the girls are hiding under their blouses. Haha... Don't call me a pervert as all boys are very curious at this age. I bet the girls too are having the same thought in their head at that time.
This is the time when I changed. I'm not sure of the exact reason but I changed from a happy cheerful young boy to a quiet, timid and depressed young teenager. I can't blend into my environment well no matter how hard I tried. Thus, I isolate myself into my own world. I begin to push away new friends and the society. Most of my time is spend in front of computer, playing games. Mum will hit me with "rotan" but to me computer is the only friend that I can express myself.
The weird thing is that I'm still surfing high waves in my studies. While others are struggling hard to keep up, I'm getting good grades even though I put no effort in my studies. There are times when my nearest competitors will only managed to get 10-15% lower score than mine. For example, I'm scoring an overall score of 85% and my best classmates will only able to hit 70% - 75%.
I'm a bit popular with girls as of this reason. Girls will try to be my friends as they want me to help them in their studies. I shy away and will usually giving some lame excuses to avoid conversations with them. It's not because I'm arrogant or selfish. It's cause I'm really not comfortable talking to them, GIRLS. Don't ask me why cause I still can't understand the reason of my behaviour back then.
I went on to score an almost prefect score for my PMR. And I moved on to my next phase of my secondary school. Then the nightmare starts.
I'm in Form 4 when I took home the first "red mark" in my report book. At first I thought the the teacher is running out of blue ink but when I look clearly, my chemistry shows "20" marks. It is a "20/100" marks. Tears flows out of my eyes. This is the time when my "high surfing" days are ending. There are no longer good waves for me. And now I'm struggling and drowning in my own grades.
Dad exploded when I showed him my grades. Mum just kept her silence, with tears flowing down her cheeks. I went on to drown and barely kept myself afloat for my SPM. However, my grades is enough to give me the tickets to enter my Form 6 education. And once again, life takes a new turning.. A rather different turning..
To be continued ......
Next --> STPM and a love confession from a girl
I'm from a family of four living in the northern region of Malaysia. Dad is a hawker and Mum does some sewing for a boutique. She makes beautiful dresses though but is only paid the very minimum of salary. My Bro is now studying in a private university in KL. Will due to finish his course in 4 years with a degree in Engineering.
Ok ok. Now coming back to me.
I grew up as a happy and energetic child. I was treated like a prince as I'm my grandma's first grandson. Things was very tough for my parent as for financial and some family issues at home. Dad do not have a stable job or any steady flow for income. Mum was a young naive lady in her early 20s who was suddenly "transformed" into a wife and mother. However, I might be too young to understand this and spend my days enjoying the beauty of lives.
I excel in my studies during my primary school. The school will award excellence student with trophies or book vouchers. I hardly took any books for revision and yet I took home many "souvenirs" during every prize giving ceremony. For most of my time, I indulged myself with video games and playing with the other kids from the "kampung". Haha.. I was very good in playing marbles and I do have my unique collection of marbles that others don't. I remember the times where I will be in the bathroom for hours, washing the marbles and polishing them one by one.
After 6 years of primary education in an all boys school, I continued my secondary education in a "mixed-gender" school. This is the time when I'm exposed to a new word in my life, "GIRLS". I suddenly felt that I was now in a totally new environment. Girls have some strange growth on their chest. They scream and giggle for no apparent reason. Walking around in their blue and white uniform, they emit a strange aura which causes uneasiness in me.
And...... ....... .......
I need to put on underwear now. Ahem, for your information... I was free and there is no need for me to constrain the growth of my "little birdie" in primary school. After all, everyone of my schoolmate have the same "equipment", maybe with some variations of tone colours. So it is not something shameful or taboo for me... But now, I need to cage my "little friend" and suffocating him in my tight underwear. Showing or accidental exposure of your "friend" to the girls are a no-no. And it makes us wonder what type of creatures that the girls are hiding under their blouses. Haha... Don't call me a pervert as all boys are very curious at this age. I bet the girls too are having the same thought in their head at that time.
This is the time when I changed. I'm not sure of the exact reason but I changed from a happy cheerful young boy to a quiet, timid and depressed young teenager. I can't blend into my environment well no matter how hard I tried. Thus, I isolate myself into my own world. I begin to push away new friends and the society. Most of my time is spend in front of computer, playing games. Mum will hit me with "rotan" but to me computer is the only friend that I can express myself.
The weird thing is that I'm still surfing high waves in my studies. While others are struggling hard to keep up, I'm getting good grades even though I put no effort in my studies. There are times when my nearest competitors will only managed to get 10-15% lower score than mine. For example, I'm scoring an overall score of 85% and my best classmates will only able to hit 70% - 75%.
I'm a bit popular with girls as of this reason. Girls will try to be my friends as they want me to help them in their studies. I shy away and will usually giving some lame excuses to avoid conversations with them. It's not because I'm arrogant or selfish. It's cause I'm really not comfortable talking to them, GIRLS. Don't ask me why cause I still can't understand the reason of my behaviour back then.
I went on to score an almost prefect score for my PMR. And I moved on to my next phase of my secondary school. Then the nightmare starts.
I'm in Form 4 when I took home the first "red mark" in my report book. At first I thought the the teacher is running out of blue ink but when I look clearly, my chemistry shows "20" marks. It is a "20/100" marks. Tears flows out of my eyes. This is the time when my "high surfing" days are ending. There are no longer good waves for me. And now I'm struggling and drowning in my own grades.
Dad exploded when I showed him my grades. Mum just kept her silence, with tears flowing down her cheeks. I went on to drown and barely kept myself afloat for my SPM. However, my grades is enough to give me the tickets to enter my Form 6 education. And once again, life takes a new turning.. A rather different turning..
To be continued ......
Next --> STPM and a love confession from a girl
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