It has been 19 years since I had been 'out' into this world and is still enjoying it. Yes. Been through much trials and tribulation as a student and a member of my family. And I talk random now. And title? Learned it in today's Writing Skills class. That is one hell of a crazy word up there.
Let me see, I suddenly wanted to blog about my childhood. Haha. Okay okay. Here goes. My first stint at education was in Tadika Kemas, Tatau. A small peaceful town where everyone knew each other and life was easy and slow. During my time at Tatau, there was only one kindergarten and it was Tadika Kemas. I remembered the tadika was behind a huge masjid and it was gloomy for a small child like me to enter a place unknown to me before. Being helpless and innocent (exaggeration alert!), I was crying and kicking and screaming and thrashing all over the place. For more info, ask my mama. According to her, I was like possessed in the first two weeks of tadika-ing. Things start to slow down after that. I went to tadika like usual and enjoys school like the rest of the kids. Interesting was, I learned to say bismillah before we were to eat during recess. Haha. Being kids, we were to do what we were being told. So, our teacher told us to lift our hands and say the bismillah. At that time I did not know that she was talking to my Muslim friends and she instructed them to do what she said. I followed what she said and continue to do so for quite some times. haha. Funny things happened when you do not understand simple instructions.haha. After I showed my parents that I know to say the bismillah, they simply laughed and told me that was only for the Muslims and as a Catholic, I should do the sign of the cross. So yeah, after that, everytime before we have our recess, my friends and I who are Catholics would do the sign of the cross while our Muslim friends would recite the bismillah and all is good. We were having a great time back then and I missed that time. Found my very first best buddies, Along and I forgot who's the other one, there were three of us, the Bujang Lapok of Tadika Kemas Tatau. yeah. Kinda wondering where are them right now. Whatever laa.
I really missed my time at Tatau. It was peaceful, and really peaceful. My sister and I have our ayah there. He is my father's friend and is quiet close with my papa. I don't remember why my sister and I called him ayah. Maybe because his son called him ayah, so we followed suit. Yeah. There at Tatau, I was a runner-up for the Bayi Sihat contest. I was two at that time and in the picture, I was like, so sihat. Whatever laa.
My second year at kindergarten, I had my tadika-ing at St. Joseph's kindergarten. There, I learned how to catch grasshoppers, run in the field and lie on the grass. This kindergarten is in Miri and still stands proudly there. Only my sister and I had our tadika-ing there. In that kindergarten we had learned how to speak chinese and write and count in chinese. I never managed to get good results in that. haha. Yeah. Whatever. Writing the chinese characters were hard. haha. Plus, our homeroom teacher was really strict and that had made me scared of her. Thanks to my stint in that kindergarten, I am still able to talk little chinese with my friends. yeah.
I don't know what to say next. Damn.
Peace!
p/s: Did I said I also learned a bit if jawi while in Tatau?haha!
